Again and again, and again and again
Do it again, do it again
Again and again…
I could contemplate my whole life staring out the window and listening to this song. It had a sweet melody, simple words and it wasn’t very hard to get lost in your thoughts listening to it. Trees swiftly passed my vision and that with the lulling of the car engine nearly put me to sleep.
“So like, what is it about this song?” Roy’s voice slipped into my ear before I could close my eyes. I shifted into a more comfortable position to talk, still leaning my head on the window.
“It’s a story, listen and you might hear something too,” I hoped that would shut him up for me to get some sleep, but alas, I was wrong.
He huffs in annoyance, “Sure, but this song specifically, what makes you like it so much?” I shrug, even though I knew he couldn’t see me. The most disappointing part wasn’t even him not letting me sleep. I haven’t seen this boy in two years, and his most pressing issue is my songs choices?
I shift, so I’m now facing him in the driver’s seat, “So, why are you avoiding having a normal conversation with me? We haven’t seen each other in two years, and you’re pretending like we have time to talk about things like my terrible music choices…”
He scoffs, muttering, “At least you know…”
I gasp dramatically and slap him in the arm, “I’m serious, though. How has my little brother been?”
He lets out a long sigh, almost hesitant to answer the question, “Freshman year of college. Lots of studying, football, parties and girls. My god, am I so sick of girls. I’ve never wanted to stay away from a boner so much in my life…,” I snort at his comment.
“I lost our bet by the way…a few times, actually,” My eyes widened in excitement. Over the summer before his senior year, he claimed his had a feverish love for brunettes, so I bet that he’d kiss at least two blondes by the time he was in college. I knew there wasn’t any way his nasty self could resist the blue eyes of any blonde, so I placed the high bet of $20 per blonde. Looks like I’m a rich woman today…
“How many you get?” I was ecstatic to hear the biggest number ever.
“Only seven. Would’ve been eight yesterday, but I thought about you just in time…,” He points to the bag in the backseat, and I assume his wallet was in there. I dig through the front pockets, pulling out a brown leather wallet. I pull out seven $20’s, counting and smelling them in his face.
“Ahhh, the sweet smell of victory.”
He chuckles and rolls his eyes, and that’s when I noticed their silvery hue. My smile quickly fades as I clearly remember him having blue eyes, just like our mother’s.
“Hey Roy, what’s up with your eyes?” His entire figure changes. His muscles tense along with his jaw, and he’s now avoiding eye contact with me,
“My eyes…what are you talking about?”
“Look at me.”
He turns to face me, ocean blue spheres filled with worry.
Okay, I definitely need that nap…
“I would ask if you’re delusional, but you’ve been this way since birth!” He thinks he’s so funny with his little jokes. I push his face away playfully.
“How would you know? You weren’t even born yet.”
“I’ve still heard every story of your ‘heroic adventures’ from mom and dad.” Curse you parents.
Roy pulls the car into park, but I notice we’re in front of a house I don’t recognize. My brows furrow and he quickly explains,
“I have to talk to someone really quick about some things.”
“That was a very vague sentence, but fine. You have 10 minutes. I’m ready to see mama and papa.”
He jogs up to the front door, giving the door a few knocks. A few moments later, a tall, dark-haired man opens the door.
And wow, is he attractive…
He spots me in the car before letting Roy in the house. He takes a few more moments to stare at me, before closing the door. He had the same sparkling grey eyes I thought I saw on Roy earlier. The thought sends a shiver down my spine and goose bumps to my arms. I decided to text some family friends since I was in town for the summer. Elena and Caroline have been my friends since grade school, but ever since we started college, we haven’t had much free time to hang out, to talk even. It’ll be really nice to see them again after so long. After texting them for about seven minutes, we had made plans for a spa day this weekend. We all agree some relaxation was a necessity, so this weekend would be our chance to catch up and chill. I glanced up at the mystery guy and Roy, to see them both pointing at me every once and a while. What is it they were talking about? And why the hell do they keep pointing at me? I decided enough was enough and got out of the car, skipping toward the both of them.
Roy turns to see me, smiling, “Hey sis, we were almost done here.”
“Oh yeah, I know. I just noticed you guys kept pointing to me,” I take a glance at the attractive man next to him. His dark hair was long enough to be in a bun and his silvery eyes took me away, “Do we know each other?”
He almost growled, his voice getting lower, “I’m pretty sure we don’t. In that case, Casey’s the name. Casey Mitchell.” He subtly winks at me, bringing his hand out for a shake.
I grab his hand, another wave of shivers rolling up my arm. I’m at a loss for words for a moment, before I rip my gaze from his glistening eyes, “Oh yeah, I’m um…Bailey, that’s my name.”
He grins, as if he knew the effect he was having on me, “Nice to meet you, Bailey. Hope to see you around. And Roy, remember what I told you.” They stare intently at each other, as if they are speaking through their minds.
“Ok cool. Bailey, I’m ready when you are,” We loop each other’s arms together, and began to walk to the car, but a warm feeling comes to my chest when someone speaks from behind us.
“Wait,” Even though I just met the guy, I recognized his voice immediately. It was Casey, “You all should join me for breakfast tomorrow. My family and I were just wanting to have a few people over for a summer kick-off kind of thing.” He quickly shoves his hands in his pockets, as if he was nervous. I had this feeling; and it wasn’t just any feeling.
“Yeah, we’ll be here. You can text Roy the details or whatever. See you tomorrow then!”