She’s thinking something. I know her and she turns around and rummages through my nightstand looking for something.
A clicking sound fills the room and then I have to squint because she’s shining a flashlight in my face. “What the hell?”
“Let me see.” She pulls on the blanket trying to see. “You have the star quarterback in your bed. Let. Me. See.”
We struggle; she’s practically on top of Cash at one point and trying her hardest to see his junk.
“Go away.” I rip the flashlight out of her hand and throw it across the room. It lands next to my plant. It flickers a few times then goes out.
“You’re no fun.” This time she rolls her eyes and looks at the flashlight. “How come the floor’s wet?”
I giggle because what else can I do? This night is going downhill fast. “He peed on the plant, sort of.”
Heather laughs looking down at her feet, “Are you kidding me?”
“Nope.”
She sighs, “I always miss all the fun but I can’t believe I slipped in his piss. How gross?”
I roll my eyes, “Oh yeah, you missed everything. Cash falling asleep in the middle of the street, he pissed on my plant and he tried to get in bed with me naked. Oh, and I saw his penis.”
Heather’s eyes go wide. “You saw his penis? Was it nice?”
“Oh, God. Goodnight, Heather.”
She crosses her arms. “Well? Was it?”
“Goodnight, Heather.”
Cash groans beside me and moves the arm that’s over his face to my boob. “It’s glorious,” he mutters.
I move his arm and slap his forehead with my hand. “Go to sleep.”
I’ll never tell her it was a nice penis although I’ve only seen two in my life so I don’t really have anything to compare it to. This is going to be one story to tell Cash in the morning because I know damn well he isn’t going to remember it.
October 26, 2013
Bruins vs. Ducks Game
Once again Heather joins me for another game. I’ve teased her the whole time here saying she was only coming so she could see Declan but she says that’s not it at all. The two of us take our seats bundled up in our hoodies and jerseys. I told her if she was going to start coming to the games she had to buy a jersey. She did and now she’s sporting Declan’s number on her back.
“Do you know where the party is gonna be held tonight?” Heather asks.
I shake my head. I’m always last to know. “No idea. That’s what I rely on you for.”
“Ha ha,” she says, nudging my shoulder.
The first quarter of the game tied. Cash couldn’t find Landon for shit. With every game they seem to be sticking him more and more. They know what kind of player Landon is and they aren’t going to give him an easy chance at scoring.
The second quarter Cash got the ball to Holden who was able to score a forty-yard touchdown. But then the Bruins scored again and the score was tied fourteen to fourteen going into the second half of the game.
Heather and I got up to go to the bathroom at halftime. We ran into some of her friends on the way there and they informed us that the party was at Zach’s tonight. On our way back to our seats we passed a couple of guys without their shirts on. Their bodies were painted green and yellow and when they stood next to each other they spelled out the word ducks.
“Those guys are fucking nuts,” Heather says covering her boobs with her hands. “My nipples could cut glass with how cold it is and they act like its ninety degrees outside.”
I laugh. “That would be the alcohol warming them up.”
Heather and I get back to our seats just as the second half starts. Both teams are running the field but neither are scoring. Finally, right before the third quarter is over Cash finds Holden once again and he runs it in for an eleven-yard touchdown. The score going into the fourth is twenty-one to fourteen.
In the fourth quarter I think the Bruins checked out of the game. Cash is nailing passes and finally finds Landon for an eight-yard pass. He follows that up with passing the ball off to Holden who scores a three-yard touchdown again after bringing the ball back down the field. And the last score is handed off to Sean for a two-yard touchdown.