Betrayed

Chapter 5

The plan was for him to come over after work which wouldn’t be until ten and then he was going to cook me dinner. We decided to wait until he showed up to decide where to go after dinner. I wasn’t exactly sure how “date” like it would be since I had been hanging out with the kid for months. Not to mention the fact that he was cooking at my sister’s house with not only her but her husband there as well. It seemed to me like any other Friday night, Mike would come over, and we would all eat and smoke, maybe drink so that Cara could go out on her own and have fun. Honestly it didn’t seem like much of a difference at all, but since it was titled a date, I felt the need to make myself up for a “date.”

At around seven I decided I should probably get ready, it was actually happening. I climbed into the steaming water and began washing my hair. As the droplets of water poured over my skin I question shaving. I was lazy and I would be wearing jeans, who would know? For some reason I decided I wouldn’t risk it, so I lathered up and began perfecting. When I finally stepped out of the shower I went a step further than normal, I smoothed on Victoria Secret’s Love Spell lotion all over so I would be silky smooth. Now I wasn’t the normal girl, I never wore lotion or spent time worrying about how smooth my legs would be without it. Tonight I just decided I wanted to look and feel pretty.

I spent the normal amount of time on my hair, straightened it and then applied my normal amount of make up. Nothing over the top, a little mascara, eye liner and shadow then lip gloss as my finishing touch. I opted on taking the lip ring out, I knew he was my cousin’s well whatever he was to her, but for some reason I didn’t want it to get in the way if we were to kiss or something. The summer before I had been hooking up with my boyfriend right after getting it pierced and well let’s just say it had been the worst kissing of my life, not that I had, had much, two before him, but still.

Clothing began to get a bit more difficult for me. I knew he had pretty much seen everything in my closet at the time and I wanted to wear something different. I wanted to make an impression, and wearing something he’d seen obviously wouldn’t have done much. I found a light blue off the shoulder top that was wicked low cut with a little tie at the middle of the chest part. I knew he hadn’t seen this one yet since I hadn’t worn it in years; it had gotten thrown into my bag of clothes in my rush for packing to visit my sister. After donning the top I slipped into a pair of light denim jeans that hugged all the right places. I loved the jeans to death, they seemed to slim the right areas and make my legs look longer, which was always necessary when you’re 5’2.

After reapplying a little lip gloss I still had 10 minutes to spare. My nephew was having trouble falling asleep so I picked him up and began prancing around the living room as James Blunt’s “You’re Beautiful” played throughout the room. Weird but it was the ONLY song that would put the little guy to sleep quickly. As he began to drift the door opened.

Mike still garbed in his Green work polo and a pair of well no other word, gross khakis walked into the house. He was carrying a bag with the supplies he would need to cook for us all. I smiled at him and Aidan began to stir away again at the noise of Mike’s footsteps.

“I guess he wanted to see you before he fell asleep.” I giggled a little as Mike came over and gave the little guy a peck on the top of his head. He was getting kind of heavy so I sat down on the sofa and bounced him a bit on my knee.

“You look very nice Fiona. Anything to do with our date tonight?” I smirked at him as he said it.

“Not even close, I ALWAYS look nice Mike, you just never noticed.” He rolled his eyes and laughed.

“Oh I noticed, I guess you just never realized I was before.”

Mike walked into the kitchen while my mouth hung agape a bit. Was he serious? Did he really always look at me? Was he more interested in me, than just making me feel better about Nate and Cat? I had no idea; he could have been trying to shock me a bit too. It was a toss up and I was just about to consider it more in my head when the sweet little Aidan spit up all over my shirt.

“Oh no. CO!” My sister who had been in the kitchen helping Mike find the right pots and pans walked into the living room.

“What’s up?” She asked but then she noticed the glob of baby spit up on my shirt and her face dropped. She had witnessed my obvious obsession with finding the perfect outfit earlier and she knew now it meant I had to go throw something else on.

I handed Aidan off to her and walked into my room. I looked through everything and honestly not one thing was right. I finally decided on a three quarter sleeve pink shirt from Abercrombie. It was cut too low in the front to wear without a tank top underneath so I also donned a white one and switched my flip flops for a matching pink pair. It was a really cute outfit but he had seen me in it at least 3 time in the last month.

I realized it shouldn’t matter what I was wearing. He had seen me in sweat pants and a hoodie before without any make up and my hair up in a greasy pony tail, yet he still asked me out. It was one of the better things about hanging out with Mike, I never really cared how I looked, he knew me well enough that we both walked around in pajamas in front of each other with out another thought.

I decided to check on him in the kitchen. He was a really good cook, but chances were he was high, since he was pretty much permanently high, and I didn’t want him burning the kitchen down or anything. He was standing over the stove with a spoon in hand stirring the Alfredo sauce he had created from scratch while the fettuccini boiled in a pot near by.

“You changed?”

“Aidan spit up on me.”

“You could have told me, I would have helped you change.” He smirked and winked at me as it was my turn to roll my eyes.

“Thanks but I’ll pass. How’s dinner looking?”

“Almost done, you can go get comfy in the living room. I’ll bring you it when it’s done.” So I did as I was told, I sat on the little love seat across from my sister and watched TV. with her, and Jorge. Her husbands name was George but he had always hated the name so he had given himself the new name of Mike, it wasn’t legal but he told everyone to call him it. Since there were two Mikes in the house we jokingly started calling my brother in law, Jorge, and it stuck.

After about 10 more minutes make came into the living room with 3 plates. Jorge hated Alfredo and had already eaten dinner so Mike handed Co and me our plates and then sat down on the opposite side of the room with his. We all sat and began eating. This kid could make killer chicken parmesan, but fettuccini Alfredo obviously wasn’t his forte. I stomached it and began eating as much as I could because I didn’t want him to feel bad but it was pretty horrible. He asked how it was and told us not to lie, and we both claimed it was fantastic.

After we all finished eating we decided to head downstairs to the basement. Jorge had gone to bed already claiming he was beat and had to wake up for work the next morning so it was only the three of us.

Mike as usual had a ready supply of bud and pulled out a perfectly rolled blunt. We all took a few hits and then let Mike finish off the rest. I never had smoked a lot so I was normally pretty high way before anyone else anyways. We all laughed and talked for awhile and around 11 Co announced,

“I’m going to bed; Aidan will wake up early so I need to get some sleep.” She left the two of us sitting down there.

“Have you ever been to Quabin Reservoir?” Mike asked me, Quabin was where everyone in the area got their water from and it was also a popular place for field trips and picnics. I hadn’t been since I was in grade school.

“Not in years.”

“We should go on a picnic tomorrow.”

“Yeah sure. Why the hell not.” I smiled pushing it out of my head; I highly doubted he would actually take me on a picnic.

“I’m serious. We’re going. Okay?”

“Okay Mike.” I replied sarcastically.

“Fine don’t believe me, but when I show up tomorrow you better be ready.” He just smiled and lit a cigarette.

“I wanna go to the beach. I miss the beach. I wish it would be summer already!” I pouted.

“Let’s go to the beach next weekend. Even if it isn’t that hot we can hang out at my parent’s beach house in Groton. Do you like boats?” Now I was already pretty high, hell I was shot, so when he said boats, I thought he had said bullets.

“Um, I don’t know, as long as they’re not pointed at me. What kind of beach do you go to where I have to worry about getting shot???”

“Um… huh?”

I sat there and realized we had been talking about the beach, and that I knew his family owned a boat they kept at their house in Groton so as it clicked I started laughing.

“Oh my god! I thought you said bullets. Yes I like boats.” I giggled uncontrollably, a little from embarrassment and a lot from the weed.

“We should go to Florida and get married.” Earlier we had been talking about my friend Molly going down to Florida and eloping with her boyfriend Mark. I guess the idea had appealed to him.

“Um, okay, but there’s a few things we have to go over first. How many kids do you want?” I replied jokingly. This was how we were with each other, sarcastic and funny. We joked about everything and went along with it forever.

“I don’t know, at least 2.”

“My cut off is 2, so that’s good.”

“Do I have to wait until we’re married for you to sleep with me?”

“I don’t put out on the first date, so you’re out of luck tonight, but let’s see if you get me a big enough ring then I might consider it before the actual wedding.”

“Sounds good to me. How about a kiss?” He puckered his lips into a little kissy face that made me cringe. He really looked absurd when he did it, and completely horrible. It was not an attractive face on him at all.

I laughed it off and pushed him back into his seat.

“Sorry no kissing guys who live in the same house as my cousin.”

He bowed his head in mock shame and nodded. “I understand. Maybe I’ll get you to tomorrow on our picnic.”

I laughed a little and looked at my cell phone, it was already 2 a.m. We had been sitting and talking for hours. I had thought it would be awkward just the two of us on our mock “date” but it hadn’t been at all. It was the usual hanging out laughing and making up ridiculous stories together. Our newest and most recurring one for the next few weeks was running away to Florida together to get married.

When he noticed me looking at the time he pulled out his phone and saw how late it was too. I yawned a little for more effect and he smiled.

“It’s late I should get going.” I walked with him up the stairs as he gently placed his hand on my hip helping and guiding me. I was a little tired and a lot high so I probably needed the help more than I realized at the time.

We made it back to the living room and were standing in front of the door.

“I had a good time tonight sweetie. It was nice spending time with you like this. I’ll pick you up tomorrow for our picnic.” I smiled and agreed with him. This then went into awkward mode. How was I supposed to say bye. Normally I just nodded my goodbyes or waved him off but I felt like I needed more, and since I was definitely not going to kiss him, I settled on a hug.

I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him, he wrapped around me tightly and kissed my hair.

“Thank you. I really did have fun.” I squeezed him a little and finally pulled away and watched him walk out the door. As he stepped into the driver’s seat I pushed the door shut standing on my tippy toes to see out of the little windows at the top of the door. After I watched him speed off with his system blaring Red Hot Chili Peppers I clicked the dead bolt locked and floated into my bedroom.

It really was nice, it was more than nice, and he made me feel special and appreciated. He listened to me babble, didn’t make fun of me all night, and just it was nice. I secretly hoped in the back of my head he would show up the next day for our picnic. I wanted to spend more time with him, the question was how would Cara dearest take it? Cara, the girl he was driving home to climb back into bed with. Well isn’t that special.

As I drifted off to sleep all I could think about was the fact that I had spent the night having so much fun, more fun then I had in a long time with a guy who was headed home to fall asleep with my cousin in his arms.


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