I lean against the door and snap a picture of Drew driving. He’s wearing a baseball cap and a shirt that’s too small, which I teased him about this morning. His tattooed biceps are busting out from under the sleeve. She’s going to like this too much.
Courtney
OH MY FUCKING GOD! OVARIES EXPLODING!!
I can’t stop laughing. I interrupt him as he continues talking about work.
“Hey. Can you say hi to Courtney real quick?”
I hurry and press record on my phone to capture the whole thing. At first, Drew acts all shy and gives a sly little smile, but I know better. He’s working the camera right now.
“Hey, Courtney.” He winks at the end.
I turn the camera on myself and give her the evil eye before I stop recording and send it over. “She might actually die.”
“Why?” He glances over at me completely confused. He really has no idea the affect he has on women, especially her.
“No reason. She mentioned something about you and handcuffs, and well, it’s gross and kind of makes me sick.”
He bursts out laughing. “The cop fantasy?Really?”
“Oh, you’re aware of it then?” I say, waiting for my phone to detonate with texts from her.
“Don’t all women dream about that?”
“No. Definitely not. Gross. I think you ruined that one for me.”
Courtney
Can you have him take his shirt off too?
I scoff. Drew looks over at me as I type a message back to her quick.
Viola
OMG! Give you an inch and then you want my brother naked.
Courtney
I wish I had an inch of him. And hey, you started it!! Give him my address. I’ll get him out of your hair.
Viola
YOU’RE RIDICULOUS!
“What did she say?” Drew asks, and I think he genuinely wants to know.
“Trust me when I say you’re better offnotknowing.” I leave it at that. Because ew.
“Come on, I want to know.”
I shake my head, and he reaches over to grab my phone. I panic as he reads Courtney’s text message that is thankfully still on the screen, and I rip it out of his hand. Note to self: Always lock cell phone.
“Holy shit! Your friend’s a freak!”
“Who will seriously murder me if she ever finds out you read that.”
On cue, I get another text message, and it’s from Travis. I open it up and see a picture of a dick. His dick. Hard. Longing. Waiting. The words on the bottom say ‘For Mary-Kate and Ashley.’