NOW FEATURING ALEK, THE RELATIVELY MORE LIKABLE GUY :D
and yes. the fact that Cain smells like prickly pears makes me giggle to no end.
The LA sun blazed over half the lawn, baking several girls that had lain out to tan up. An empowering oak, thankfully, shaded me, but that didn’t stop the sweat from lazily sliding down my temples.
Patties and shrimp sizzled up from the BBQ, the scent AND heat curling around me. I momentarily considered stripping to just my jeans. Momentarily. I had no idea how that would end, though, so I pushed it aside.
Monika, who curiously had chosen to stick by me instead of heading off in search of more preferable company, was commenting snappishly that I was cooking everything wrong about every minute. I grinned and flipped a completely uncooked patty over, just to annoy her.
“You are so incapable Cain! It’s PINK! YOU’RE GOING TO KILL US! Give me that spatula, that TREE could cook better than you!” She growled and lunged for the utensil, protesting as I laughed and danced away.
“M-Monika! I have it under control! Really!” I choked out through my laughter, flipping the uncooked meat back over. She grumbled something about never eating anything I touched and went back to lean against the tree again, fanning herself with her hand.
The turnout was good, I had to admit. Dozens of people scattered the lawns, leaning up again trees, on blankets under parasols, in or by the pool and some even in the house.
I was snapped out of my musings when I felt a presence behind me.
“Couldn’t help but notice Monika yelling over here, what did you do this time Cain?”
Alek. I smirked and turned on him.
One would think the overused “it’s a small world, in’t?” Would be rare in LA. I know I did. Which is why my surprise was enormous when I immediately recognized the face and tattooed body that had walked in the rumor mill a few months ago. I knew him from boarding school in England, a place my dispassionate parents had shipped me off too for three years of my life. He had stolen my lunch on several occasions. I always hated the guy. Small fucking world.
And here’s another one for your book of cliché phrases: people change.
He grinned and clapped me on the back, peering over my shoulder. I mused at how startlingly young he looked for a guy of 21. He had two freaking years on me! But by his baby face and tiny frame, you’d never be able to tell. Monika was staring at us bemusedly, trying to hold her “you think I need helping” type comments, I could tell. Gotta love it!
“Oh pshhh, you’re doing fine, Monika’s just paranoid.” He flashed a toothy grin as Monika huffed and rolled her eyes.
“Fine but you’re eating the one he dropped and put back.” She deadpanned and walked off, deciding there was too much egotistical testosterone floating around for her to stomach. I blushed and scratched my neck casually.
“Lies! All lies!” I discreetly brushed a leaf off a certain patty, flipping another onto a bun.
“First come first serve m’ man!” I offered the hamburger to Alek who heartily agreed, spreading liberal amounts of the works on the thing. He made a choking noise as he swallowed his first bite, trying to talk through his full mouth.
“This ish ffingvrilliant! I’m Alek and I approff of fith metthage!” I snorted, rolling my eyes.
“Hey go tell the girls that lunch is ready, and stop Monika from spreading LIES while you’re at it!” I glared at Monika across the pool, who was waving at the barbeque and, by the looks of it, trying to convince people I had crusted their meat in dirt. Really! I brushed it off, jeez! Alek wiped the rainbow of condiments off his much and flashed me a thumbs up, jogging off to declare chow time. Oh! I almost forgot!
“AND TELL ARA I BROUGHT HER BATCH OF COOKIES
*shrugs* that girl enjoys her cookies :D
I SWEAR! CAIN IS AN AMAZING CHEF! TOTALLY SANITARY! *shifty eyes*
LOL No everyone, I don't hate Monika. I FREAKING LOVE THEIR RELATIONSHIP, IT GIVES ME THE HAPPY XD
Oshiiii Cain went to boarding school!? Cain Has PARENTS?! CAIN KNOWS A GUYYYY!? WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?! HOW CAN THIS BE?! HOW COULD PLOT EVEN BE HINTED AT?! FIND OUT MORE WHEN SCHOOL DECIDES TO BE LESS OF A B@TCH SO I CAN WRITE :D