#kataiki

This was the longest flight ever, Jeff was pretty sure. They were coming off a loss in Vancouver and Kent was absolutely insufferable. Irritated and moping all at the same time, he’d taken the window seat and the larger half of the granola bar.

Jerk.

At that moment, Kent was poking Jeff’s shoulder, no doubt trying to wake him up from the nap he’d settled into. He’d want to talk about the game – some more – and honestly? Jeff didn’t have the energy.

“Jeff,” Kent whispered.

Why? Why was he like this?  Jeff growled a little and, in response, Kent poked him harder.

“Poke me once more and see what happens,” Jeff mumbled.

“I just wanna talk to you,” Kent whined.

“I’m not going over the plays with you again right now,” Jeff said, cracking one eye open. 

“But –”

“You need to talk to someone about this game, talk to Jesus or whatever,” Jeff` said. “Isn’t that your thing?”

“You want me to pray about it?”

“As long as you’re not praying to me?” Jeff said, pulling his hood up over his head. “Yes.”

Fill a sink with mayonaise

Jeff would totally take Kent to Panama City. They could explore and swim and dance and it’s beautiful and romantic — Kent would love it.

Not that Jeff’s given it a lot of thought or anything. 😉

Bethany stretched both arms up over her head, letting out a long, windy sigh. Christopher still had his forehead on her shoulder. Turning her head, she kissed him. “Hey,” she said. 

“Hey,” he murmured. Pushing up on one arm, he brushed a strand of hair off her forehead. “Do you remember when we were sixteen and we got stuck in the loft of your uncle’s barn overnight?”

Bethany laughed. God, how could she forget? It was pouring rain and they hadn’t realized that Jason had taken the ladder for something during their… rendezvous. “Of course I do,” she said. “I still have that flannel shirt.”

“Oh my god,” said Christopher, “no, you don’t. That’s ridiculous.”

“Do so,” Bethany said. “It’s in the bottom of my dresser.”

Christopher wound a bit of her hair around his finger. “When I took you home that morning, your dad tried to give me the shotgun talk, did you know that?”

“What?” Bethany laughed again, winding her arms around his torso. “That’s – what did you say?” After all, they’d been out all night. Surely her parents had known what they were doing.

“I told him that if you didn’t want me around, you’d let me know yourself,” Christopher said. “And that I didn’t have any illusions about being good enough for you.”

“Aw, ferret,” she said. “You’re the only one for me.”

“That’s how I know you’re crazy.” Christopher grinned. “That and all those kids.”

The soft sound of the fan was the only thing she could hear for a few minutes until – the baby was crying. Again. 

Christopher sighed, dropping his head down to rest his forehead against hers. “I’ll go,” he said, a minute later.

“I love you,” Bethany said.

Christopher pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I love you, too, brown eyes.”

"Don't fall for a straight boy"

OMG you know what? He totally is.

Goddamnit, now I gotta actually edit the thing