The house was a
lot larger than it first appeared to be. It was more like a mansion rather than
a normal ranch house. It had to be at least three stories high with possibly an
attic. It was also very old fashion, like something you would have seen in the
1700's. It looked to be completely made of wood. It reminded me of the boarding
houses I read about in books of the old west. Five long windows extended across
each floor but I think the best part about the house was the wooden porch that
wrapped around it. The windows on the first floor reached from the porch to the
top of the next floor, looking like little doorways. Dark thick curtains
covered the inside of the windows making it hard to see inside. The door itself
looked fairly new though, like it had been recently added. It too was made of a
wooden material but the center was decorated with stain glass that mimicked the
colors of a rainbow.
As soon as we were out of the truck large drops of rain started falling. Samara and I ran after Titan who was climbing the six steps it took to reach the porch. In the corner, I could see a swing swaying in wind that had just started to pick up even stronger than before. I could tell that Samara was still a little troubled about going into the house of a stranger. I shoved her with my shoulder and smiled, trying to tell her everything was going to be okay. She gave me a weak smile in return.
Titan ushered us into his house with a smile. Samara hesitated in the doorway. I grabbed her arm pulling her in with me. Titan closed the door, locking it but when he heard Samara gasp in horror. He quickly unlocked it. He gave her a small smile in apology. In her defense, she tried to smile back but it kind of fell apart.
"As soon as I talk to my brother. I'll give you that ride into town I promised." Titan reassured Samara.
Samara only nodded.
"Would you like to sit down while I talk to my brother?" Titan asked us.
"Sure." I said, smiling.
"This way then." He said, leading us out of the foyer into a room that had to be some kind of formal living room.
The furnishing was pretty impressive. Everything in the room was white, from the carpet to the walls to the couches. Everything single thing. It made me think of heaven. The only color in the room were the hot pink cushions on the couches. I couldn't imagine Titan, or any other guy for that matter, choosing hot pink pillows so I was pretty sure it had to have been a girl. The couches looked as if they had never been sat on before. They were too clean to be couches of a rancher. The carpet was thick, you practically sank into it as you walked across it. It had not a speck of dirt on it. I was almost too afraid to step on it. I looked behind me to make sure I hadn't been tracking in dirt with my flip-flops.
"Sit down." He said pointing to the white loveseat, sitting to the left of the white colored coffee table.
I walked over to it and sat down. I looked at Samara, who was looking at the door. She was probably calculating how long it would take her to reach the door if she had to make a run for it. When she looked at me. I made a little head motion, commanding her to sit down next to me. She made a face then dragged herself to where I was sitting. She sat down with a sigh. Titan was grinning from ear to ear.
"I'll be right back." He said, walking out of the room.
"That's rude." Samara said, looking at the doorway. "He didn't even ask us if we wanted something to drink. I'm dying of thirst."
"He's rude? You're the one who keeps looking at him as if he going to pull a knife out on us any second. And anyway if he would have asked you. You probably would have accused him of trying to drug us or something."
Samara gasped. "I didn't even think about that. Thank you for informing me."
I sighed. Sometimes I didn't understand why I was best friends with her?
Titan walked into the room with a wicked little smile on his face. "It was so rude of me. I forgot to ask y'all if y'all wanted something to drink."
Samara looked at me with a panicked look on her face then turned her body to answer him. "No. No. We're good. We don't get thirsty much. We're like camels."
His smile widen, making me wonder if he had been listening in on our conversation.
"Oh, okay then. I still have to speak with my brother." He walked out but not before winking at me. He had been listening in our conversation.
"I'm so glad you told me about the drinks having drugs in them." She whispered.
"I never said the drinks had drugs in them. I said you would have accused him of trying to drug us. He's not a bad guy. You're usually friendly when you met new people. What's going on?"
She sighed. "I don't know. He seems like a cool guy but I have this weird feeling. I feel like there something more to him than meets the eye. I think something bad is going to happen. I'm kinda scared."
"Don't worry nothing's going to happen. He said he would take us into the town after he talked to his brother and I believe him."
She sighed. "I won't be able to relax until we are safely locked inside a hotel room in town."
“Doesn't this place remind you of a boarding house?” I said trying to get her mind off of everything. “It's huge. Do serial killers have this kind of money?”
"Maybe they aren't serial killers after all. Maybe they sell people... women on the black market to creepy old guys."
I rolled my eyes. I couldn't help it. When Samara said dumb things like that I have to roll my eyes. She could come up with the best stories. Sometimes it scares me how real she can make them sound. If I didn't know how wild her imagination was, I would probably fall for lies, too, like everyone else. Samara’s stories have gotten us out of trouble many times. It didn't matter how far fetch her stories were. She had a way of making you believe her. She had a way with words that could pull you in. If she told you the sky was green, you would believe her even if you saw it was blue with your own eyes.
"Why do you have to make them out to be the bad guys? Why can't they be ranchers who make lots of money off their cattle?"
"Because did you see how hot he was?"
"What does have to do with anything?" I asked.
"Trust me no rancher looks that beautiful. He looks better then you on a good hair day. Hell, he probably would look better than you on one of his bad hair days. If he's ever had one in his life."
"Thanks." I hissed between my teeth. "It's nice to know that he more beautiful than me."
"Hey. I’m just letting you know." She said, smiling for the first time that night.
"And so your point is, that because he's hot, he's a bad guy?"
"Yes. The only way he could be that hot and not be a bad guy is if his so called “brother” is butt ugly. That would just mean that he got all the sexy genes while his brother got the smart genes." She snapped her fingers. "The brother is the mastermind behind everything. And he gets the hot brother, what's his name? Tiger?"
"Titan." I corrected.
"Right. Titan. He gets Titan to bring pretty girls like me and average girls like you to him."
"Hey!" I protested, pushing her playfully.
"There can only be one pretty girl in the group and we all know that it's me." She smiled again. "So like I was saying, the ugly brother makes Titan bring pretty and average girls to him. Then he, the ugly brother, marries them and makes them have ugly babies. Then when he has enough children to build an army of ugly people, he'll try to take over the world because that's what evil geniuses do."
"So now they're trying to take over the world?"
"That would explain why they have this huge house in the middle of nowhere. The ugly brother has been playing with the stock market since he was about five. He made his first million by the time he was six." She looked so serious as she explained everything.
I laughed. "I didn't know you knew them so well. Have you guys met before?"
She opened her mouth to say something but got interrupted by thunder booming outside. I got up to look out the window. It was pouring. I couldn't see anything but the rain. I turned to Samara. "It's pouring cats and dogs. I can't see anything outside. It's all blurry."
"It's a really bad thunder storm." Said a feminine voice.
I turned towards the doorway and was shocked by her beauty. She was slim. Her blonde hair curled around her face making her look like an angel. Her eyes where the same silver color as Titan's. Her nose was straight and perfect. Her lips were full and mighty kissable if you asked me. She wore blue jeans which fit like a second skin and a black T-shirt with the name of some band I didn’t know. She was holding a tray of drinks. She sailed towards the coffee table and sat the tray down, gracefully.
She straightened, smiling. "Hi my name is Cristinah." She held out her hand to me.
"I'm Jayla." I said taking her hand in mine. "And this is my friend, Samara."
Samara took her time getting up from the couch. I glared at her, warning her about her rudeness. She glared back but shook hands with Cristinah.
"I brought y'all drinks. Titan said you guys had to be thirsty."
"No, we're okay."
She smiled. "He also told me you would protest. So I brought out a drink for me, too. Go ahead Samara pick out a drink for me."
Samara gave her a weird look. "Why?"
"Because if you believe I poisoned it. You won't drink it and I know you're thirsty. So pick out a drink for me. Any drink. And you must realize that not in a million years would I be able to know which drink you would pick for me. And if I were to poison them I would have to poison them all and why would I want to poison myself?"
I could tell Samara was thinking about it. Her eyebrows kept moving together, as she thought about the problem from every angle. "Alright." Samara bent down and picked up a glass cup. "Drink this one." She held it out to Cristinah.
Cristinah grab the cup from Samara hand and took a long swig. "See? I didn't die."
I grabbed a glass and took a sip. "It's just Coke, Mara, go ahead."
Samara grabbed the remaining glass. She stared down suspiciously at the brown liquid. She looked at me and I gave her the go ahead by slightly raising my eyebrows. She brought the glass to her lips and took a little sip. I could see her rolling the liquid in her mouth, testing it, making sure there wasn't anything I missed. After a minute she took another sip then another, until she was almost done. I didn't have the heart to tell her that Cristinah could have the antidote waiting for her in the kitchen or that the poison didn't affect her due to taking small amounts of it every day.
"Sit." Cristinah commanded with a smile. "We haven't had visitors in... Well never. Only our family visits." We sat down on the loveseat again.
"So your Titan's sister?" I asked, not because I cared. I just wanted to know. I told myself.
She laughed, sitting on the loveseat across from us. "No. I'm more like his... I guess you could say I'm his cousin."
"Kissing Cousins?" Samara asked.
"Samara." I exclaim. But in truth I wanted to know too.
"I mean are you closely related cousins that would have deformed children together or are you like Halle Berry and Sarah Palin, you know, where you're barely related anymore?" Samara explained.
Cristinah laughed again. "I admit that I used to have a crush on him but I'm over it. He never really liked me like that."
I felt relieved for some reason. "So you live here with Titan and his brother?"
"Yeah. Along with Elsa and Demon."
"Demon?" Samara questioned.
Cristinah smiled. "Yeah. He's pretty cool. He moved in about a year ago. He's very quiet and very cute."
"So he's what another cousin?" I asked.
"No. He's a friend of the family. New to all of this."
This? I wanted to ask what she was talking about but she continued.
"A friend of Kyros asked him to let him stay here. Kyros is like a leader. A big brother to all of us."
"Is Kyros Titan's brother?" Samara inquired.
"Yes. His older brother." She turned her head to door. I could tell she was trying to listen to something. She smiled. I strained my ears trying to listen to whatever she was listening to. She got up. "I'll be right back." She said as she walked out of the room before either of us could reply.
"I told you." Samara said as soon as Cristinah had left the room. "This Kyros guy he's the ugly brother. Cristinah is one of those pretty girls I was talking about earlier. So is Elsa."
"And what about Demon?" I asked, rolling my eyes. "Is the ugly brother gay now?"
"No. Demon is probably being trained to be Titan's partner. Cristinah said he was very cute."
"I should've known. Please forgive me for not being as worldly as you, oh Great One."
"You're forgiven." She said with a smile. "Either that or Demon is really ugly like Kyros and he's helping Kyros make ugly babies. But I'm assuming Demon is really cute because that girl, Cristinah, said so. She had a crush on Titan who is very hot, that means she has great taste in men. And Demon is probably a nickname because he's demon in the sack." She wiggled her eyebrows, making me laugh.
"I wouldn't mind having a baby with Titan." I said with a happy sigh, remembering how hot he was.
"They don't use Titan to make babies. He's too pretty. Even, if he had a baby with someone as ugly as you. His pretty genes would still make the child an average pretty. Remember they want an ugly people army. Maybe you can join."
"Thanks. Earlier I was average. Now I'm ugly."
She smiled. "It's okay. You might not have beauty but you still have me. The Pretty One."
I laughed. "That's good to know."
She finished the rest of her drink then put her glass on the tray on top of the table. "I wonder what's taking him so long."
"Be patient." I got up and walked to the window again, looking outside once more. It was still raining pretty aggressively outside. I could hear the wind howling from the outside. "It still pouring." I informed Samara, walking to the loveseat. I sat just as Cristinah and Titan walked in.
Cristinah smiled, while Titan frowned slightly. I knew we were stuck before Titan said a word. The rain outside was coming down hard. The wind was blowing at speeds I'd never seen before and I was from Florida where hurricanes visit every summer like annoying family members. "I have bad news." He said still frowning. I could feel Samara starting to get alarm. I could tell she was beginning to think about the whole Leather Face thing again.
"It's not so bad." Cristinah said, still smiling. "It'll be fun."
"What will be fun?" Samara barely whispered.
"It's raining too hard. The bridge that connects us to the town is probably flooded." His frown became more profound. "You'll have to stay the night."
Samara whimpered next to me.
"Don't worry. We don't bite." Cristinah smiled to herself as if she had said something funny. Titan sent her what had to be a warning glare. She stopped but still held a little smile.
"I'll take you into town first thing in the morning." Titan reassured us.
"Don't look so horrified." Cristinah said. "It'll be totally fun."
"Fun." Samara repeated numbly.
"Maybe you can meet Elsa and Demon when they come in from their rounds later." Cristinah said. She walked over to the coffee table and sat down on it. "We'll have so much fun. We could watch movies and stuff."
I just smiled and nodded my head.
"Kyros is coming." Cristinah announced, getting up. "I'll get in trouble for bothering y'all." She walked over to Titan who was standing by the entryway of the room.
"The ugly brother is coming." Samara whispered under her breath.
I nodded and looked to the entryway, waiting for Kyros. How did Cristinah know Kyros was coming?
I was beginning to doubt he was coming when he finally walked in. I wasn't sure if it was me or Samara who gasped but one of us did. He was almost as beautiful as Titan. From where I was sitting I could see his body was all muscle, not crazy steroids muscles but nice sexy muscles. He was tall, taller than Titan, by at least two inches. His hair was a strawberry blond. It was semi long touching his shoulder lightly. It slightly curling at the ends. He's eyes were also the silver color that seem to run in the family but his held a hint of green. His nose was probably broken more than once but it looked good on him. It made him look dangerous in a good way. His mouth was hard and unsmiling at that moment.
"Is that the ugly brother?" I whispered under my breath to Samara.
"I don't know. I'm starting to think Titan's the ugly brother." She whispered back.
"No, Titan's the hot brother. Remember?" I whispered again.
"If he's the ugly brother. I'll make as many babies as he wants." She whispered, licking her lips.
I smiled and when I looked at them again, all three of the pretty people were looking at us. Cristinah was trying to hide a smile, while Titan showed his off. Kyros was looking at us as if we were crazy. Did they hear us? Impossible. They were on the side of the room.
"They're staring at us." Samara whispered.
"Thanks, Captain Obvious."
They began talking among themselves. I could have sworn I saw Kyros mouth the word babies. Titan shrugged, a grin dancing on his lips.
Samara and I watched them as they whispered. Every few seconds one them would look over at us. They were really bad at hiding what their conversation was about. It was very obvious they were talking about the two of us.
I watched them, drinking in the sight of them. They all looked alike. Not in their facial features, because all their faces were different. All interesting in their own way. They were all the same because they were all fit. Although Cristinah didn't have muscles like them but I could tell she was just as strong. She had an air about her. I had a feeling she could beat me in an arm wrestling match hands down.
They were all very good looking. Almost unnaturally beautiful. I had never seen people that exquisite. The guys were handsome. The hottest guys I'd ever seen. Kyros had this roughness about him. He looked like he belonged to a gang. I could tell Samara liked him. She always went for the bad boy types. Plus, she was drooling as she watched his every move. Titan seemed a little gentler, more approachable. He had a warm smile and I felt like I could trust him. I just met him but already I like him. Samara could have Kyros. I didn't want someone that could break me in half by accident. Titan was more my type anyway. Not that I ever really had a type but if I did, Titan would definitely be in that category.
The only thing I could find wrong with them was that they all seemed to be a little red. They had a slightly ruddy complexion. As if they had stayed out in the sun a little too long but I guess that was normal. They did live on a ranch and it certainly didn't take away from their beauty at all.
They continued to whisper among themselves. I was getting a little nervous. I didn't even notice when my hand went to my mouth. I quit biting my nails a long time ago but there I was biting the nail of my thumb. Samara noticed first. She pulled my arm away but by then it was too late. My fingernail was long gone. I sighed. It had taken me forever to grow out my nails. Biting your fingernails was an addiction. Once you did it there was no turning back. You had to go back for more over and over again. I would have no fingernails by the end of the night. The last time I bit my nails was when I had an argument with my mom and it had taken forever to stop again. I learned that if I painted my nails. I was less likely to bite them. I going to have to buy nail polish in town tomorrow before we left. Biting your nails was a really bad habit.
I gazed in their direction again. Kyros was whispering now. He seemed angry. His eyes narrowed as he talked to Titan. Titan must have said something that provoked him because Kyros fists clenched at his side. It looked like they were arguing but I still couldn't hear a thing they were saying. Kyros said something to Titan that had Titan raising his fist and for a minute I thought he was going to hit Kyros. My hand went back to my mouth. I didn't like fights. They made me panic. The fingernail on my middle finger was gone before Samara could stop me.
Two nails down, eight to go.
But before they could get into a fight, Cristinah stepped in between them. One of her hands resting on each of their chest. I hadn't even seen her move. She said something that made them look our way. Titan smiled, showing us everything was okay, but I could feel the left over tension in the air.
They started whispering again and I sighed, this was not good for my nerves. What could they still possibly be talking about? I bet they weren't even talking about us anymore. They were probably talking about whether Pluto was still a planet or not. And that was what the argument was about. Kyros still must have thought it was a planet. I sighed at my nonsense. I was beginning to think like Samara. Pretty soon I would start glaring at people when they didn't believe my made up stories.
They finally stop whispering among themselves. And walked towards us. Cristinah was grinning from ear to ear. She stopped in front of Samara and sat on the coffee table. Titan walked over to the loveseat across from us. He sat directly across from me. He stretched his long legs out comfortably in front of him, a lazy smile formed on his mouth. He was staring at me. I blushed and turned my head to look at Cristinah who had grabbed Samara's hands in hers.
"Yay." Cristinah said, quickly. "You guys can stay with us. This going to be so much fun. We should paint each other’s nails and do makeovers on each other." Kyros walked up and stood behind Cristinah. I thought I saw him roll his eyes but it happened to quickly to know for sure. "Elsa never does girl things with me. I swear sometimes I think she hates." I thought I heard Titan say: She does hate you. I hadn't been sure I had heard him right but he must have said it because Cristinah turned and glared at him before speaking again. "So do you guys wanna watch movies and do girly things?"
Kyros answered for us. "No. You are to leave them alone." Cristinah sighed but didn't say anything. Then to Samara and me, he grunted out. "You can stay here for the night, but I want you gone by tomorrow morning."
I didn't say anything. It wasn't that I was completely afraid of him. It was just that he was a little scary and I didn’t want to be broken in half by him. I should put that on my list of fears. Being broken in half by Kyros. It would go between being eaten by a whale and having a bug crawl on me.
He seemed to be the type of guy that didn't like anyone back talking to him. I just nodded. It seemed like the safest thing to do but I guess Samara didn't feel like being safe because she backed talked…well… yelled back.
"Look, buddy, I didn't want to come here. I was forced here by that giggling lunatic." She pointed to Titan. "So please don't talk to me like you're doing me some big favor by letting me stay here. So if you're angry that we are here. Blame him." She pointed to Titan again.
I looked at Kyros. He seemed at a loss for words. I guess people didn't yell at him often. My heart started beating faster. I knew that any minute he would grab her and break her in half over his knee. I looked over at Titan praying he would save her but he was too busy holding back his laughter. I looked at Cristinah but she was doing the same thing. I guess I was going to have to save her. I got to my feet and moved between Cristinah and Samara. It took all the power I had to look Kyros in the eyes. "You have to forgive her. She forgot to take her medication today. If she doesn't take it. She says crazy things."
Samara was about to protest but I stomped on her toe with my foot. She yelped. "You see? She's yelling for no reason now. Don't worry it will pass in a minute. Bear with us." I bent down and whispered: Be quiet before you get yourself killed.
Samara pinched my arm before I could stop her. I screamed. She pinches really hard.
"Are you crazy? You…” I cover her mouth with my hand before she could finish.
"She getting violent..." I told them. And that did it. Titan who was shaking on the loveseat burst out laughing, making Cristinah do the same. I glanced at Kyros and noticed his lips twitching. Samara picked that moment to lick my hand. I shrieked. She knew I hated when she did that. I dropped my hand, wiping it on my jeans. She pushed me and I almost fell on Cristinah who was still busy laughing.
I sat back down.
Samara leaned over. "They're laughing at us."
"I see that." I replied.
"It's always your fault. This is why people think we are freaks."
"I was trying to save your life. You could be a little more grateful." I whispered.
That made Titan whose laughter had been dying down, pick back up.
Cristinah turned to Kyros. "They're so funny. Can we keep them?"
Keep us? What were we stray animals?
"No." he said. The corner of his lips stop twitching. "They leave tomorrow as planned."
Cristinah sighed but didn't say anything again. Was she afraid of him?
Then she suddenly got up from the coffee table. "You never let me keep anything!" She yelled, kicking him in the shin before stomping out of the room.
Okay. So maybe she wasn't afraid of him.
"Shouldn't one of you go after her?" I found myself asking.
"No. She'll be back in two minutes, kiss him on cheek and ask if she can keep y'all again." Titan answered. "It happens all the time."
"She asks to keep people all the time?" Samara asked.
"No it's usually cats." Titan looked at Kyros. "He usually says yes when she asks the second time."
"I'm not going to say yes this time." Kyros interjected.
"Well duh. We are people." Samara said each word slowly as if she was talking to a child.
"Very rude people." Kyros mumbled under his breath.
Samara stood up again. "Well excuse me. You aren't the one who was kidnapped."
She would have said more but Cristinah walked in. Samara sat down watching Cristinah. She walked to Kyros with her head down. She rose on her tippy toes as graceful as a ballerina and kissed him on the cheek twice before lowing herself. She looked at him pleading with her eyes. "Can I keep them?" She asked softly.
"No." He said firmly.
She crossed her arms over her breast. "Why not?"
"Do you really have to ask?" He responded.
She sighed. "I guess not." She sat back down on the coffee table again. "I take back my kisses."
He wiped his face and pretended to flick her kisses back at her. She ignored him turning to us. "So do you guys still wanna do girl stuff with me?"
"I told you no." Kyros answered for us.
"Will you stop answering for us? We can make our own decisions." Samara said glaring at Kyros.
"Not in my house you can't!" Kyros replied.
"Watch me." Samara challenged. "Cristinah, I would love to do girly stuff with you."
I rubbed my hands over my face once. We probably were going to die like Samara had predicted but not because they were serial killer but because she couldn't keep her mouth shut.
"Cool. So what movie do you want to watch?" Cristinah asked.
"Whatever you want to watch. It's your girl night after all." Samara answered.
I glanced at Kyros. He looked very very angry. I feared for Samara and Cristinah's lives. I was positive that any minute he was going to pounce on them. They didn't seem to notice. They were talking about movies. He didn't seem to like that they were ignoring him.
I turn my head towards Titan. He was looking at Kyros with placate look on his face. He thought it was funny that the girls' lives were endangered. His suddenly looked my way and caught me staring. He gave me a slow smile that made me forget all about Samara and Cristinah. I was sure I was going to melt into the couch. I don't know how long I was staring at him when Samara shook my shoulder.
"Hmm." I said, still not paying attention.
"I was just telling Cristinah how Hairspray is one of your favorite movies."
"Yeah. It awesome." I said, switching my gaze to Cristinah. She smiled at me before glancing at Titan.
"She believes anything with Amanda Bynes is awesome." Samara remarked.
"Because it's true. Put Amanda Bynes in any movie and it will always be awesome. It's a proven fact."
"So you wouldn't mind watching Hairspray again?" Cristinah asked.
"No." I answered.
"She's seen it over twenty times. She can sing every song." Samara informed.
"Great. I bought it yesterday when I went into town but no one would watch it with me. They said it was way to girly. Come on let's go see it in my room."
"I said no." Kyros interjected before we could stand up.
"But Kyros..." Cristinah began.
"Oh. Just let them." Titan suggested. "Cristinah never gets to have fun."
"Yeah." Cristinah agreed.
Kyros stared at Titan in disbelief. "Fine." he mumbled. "But when something goes wrong you’re explaining it." He said that as he walked out of the room.
"Okay. Come on. Let’s go watch it." Cristinah said standing up. I waited for Samara to stand before I did. "This is going to be so much fun." She grabbed our hands in hers, pulling us towards the door.
"I think I would like to see the movie." Came Titan's voice from behind us.
Cristinah turned around, smirking. "Weren't you the one who told me it was too girly yesterday?"
He shrugged. "That was yesterday."
Cristinah thought about for a couple of seconds. "Okay. Go make us some popcorn. We'll be waiting in my room." And with that she dragged us out of the living room, down the hall and up a beautiful wooden staircase covered by a dark red carpet. It reminded me of blood for some reason.
Upstairs she led us down a dark hallway. We pass several doors before we finally stopped in front of one that was clearly mark Cristinah's Room in bright hot pink letters. She opened the door and let us go in first. I was shock at how pink it was. It reminded me of living room down stairs but instead of everything being white. Everything was pink. The walls were a soft pastel pink. Dark pink drapes covered the windows. Her bed was layered with different shades of pink. It made me think of princesses when I looked at it. I could feel Samara horror as she looked around. Samara may be girlier then me but she hated pink. Her face looked like she had just smelled something really bad.
"What do you think?" Cristinah asked.
"I had never seen so much pink in my life." Samara replied.
"It's cool." It wasn't a lie. I didn't hate pink as much as Samara. I did think it was cool. I never knew there were so many different shades of pink.
"I knew. I designed it myself." She said, sounding proud of herself. "Oh you guys don't have any clothes with y'all, right? You guys can borrow some of my pjs." She walked into her closest, which was surprise surprise… Pink!
"Here." she said walking out. She handed a hot pink pair of pajamas to Samara. "You can go change in the bathroom." She pointed to the door next to the closet. Samara grabbed the pajamas and grimaced before walking into the bathroom.
Cristinah handed the other pair to me. The color was softer, almost a peach color but still pink. "You can change in the closet." She offered, pointing to it.
I walked towards the closet. She kind of followed me. She lend against the wall next to the door.
"I think Titan likes you." She said before I could close the door.
I froze. "No. That's totally impossible." I close the door only leaving it an inch or so opened. I took off my shirt and replaced it with the pajama top. It fit me a little tight. But I liked the feel of it. It felt silky even though I was pretty sure it was made of cotton or something.
She giggled. "Trust me. He was looking at you. I mean really looking at you. He even smiled at you. Usually he scowls and stuff. I've never seen him act like that and I've known him almost all his life."
I slid off my jeans. "He was probably just being nice because you guys had company." I bent down and pick up the pajama bottom I had laid on the floor. I put one foot in then the other. They fit okay in length. I guess Cristinah and I were the same height. But they felt a tiny bit snug around my hips.
"He wouldn't just be nice because we had company over." She insisted. "He likes you."
"No. He doesn't. We just met and barely talked to each other" I said as I walked out of the closet with my clothes in my hand.
"Wow." She practically whistled. "Those look better on you than they do on me."
"Thanks, I guess." I flushed a little.
Samara came out of the bathroom just them. She was wearing the hot pink shorts and shirt. I was about to tell her they looked good on her but change my mind. She wouldn't take it as a compliment. She hated pink that much.
"Okay sit wherever you want." Cristinah said. Samara sat on the bed and started folding her clothes. Cristinah walked by and whispered: “He likes you” before walking to her pink T.V., turning it on. She popped in the DVD before running into her closet and changing. As soon as she walked out wearing a pjs, Titan knocked on the door. She told him to come in and he walked in with two giant bowls of popcorn. He handed one to Cristinah who had sat on the bed next to Samara. Then he sat on the floor and patted the spot next to him. I glanced at Samara before sitting next to him. Her eyes narrowed. I guess she was cautioning me not to be too friendly with a guy I just met. I shrugged. I couldn't help it. I felt I could trust him.
He smiled at me and offered me some popcorn. I smiled back, getting a hand full just before Cristinah pressed play.