Two of my housemates were facing Adam, the town's head mechanic. Lily had her head dipped down, her blond long hair curtains around her childish face. Adam, a man in his late twenties, was roaring words into her bowed head, a scene similar to a mouse cowering from a monstrous cat.
Reese stepped from beside Lily to in front of her, blocking Adam from his victim. He yelled back, Adam shouted. his arm flew back and before I could gasp in surprise, his fist landed against in the smack middle of Reese's face.
By the time I scrambled from my car, Adam was slamming shut the door of his and sped off, causing mud to rain on Quin's motorcycle. Lily was balancing Reese as he struggled to stand, but he kept buckling back down to the wet grass.
"What the hell was that?!" I demand as I grab Reese's other arm.
"Oh, I broke up with Adam and he wasn't happy about it," replied Lily as she shook her hair back after hauling Reese up again. We stumble inside our home, a small blue house with dark windows and a wodden porch. The little hallway enterance opens up into the living room, the kitchen, and the family room.
We plop Reese onto the couch, ordering him to clog his bleeding mouth with a tissue, in fear he will spill blood on the green fabric.
"So What did Reese say to get a whack in the jaw?" I question further.
"That Adam will never amount to anything cause he quit high school and never went anywhere, or something like that," she rambles as she disappears into the kitchen and reappears with a wet towel.
"Do you have to date guys that have professional boxing skills?" whines Reese.
"No, you idiot!" she snaps and slaps his shoulder.
"You could say thank you," mumbled Reese.
"For what? I told you to stay out of it! He was only yelling for god's sake."
"So I wasted a perfect set of lips for nothing? The sweeling won't go dow for weeks!"
Both Lily and I glance at each other, rolling our eyes. Reese constantly thinks he is a gift from the heavens, just becuase he has a pretty face. Personally, I don't think he is that hot. blond shabby hair and a stubby chin with dark eyes. Not really a go getter in my mind.
"What?" he asks, catching Lily and my exchange, "You don't think I have beautiful lips?"
"I would answer that," I say, "But after you said I look like a redheadfrom the 70s I refuse to agree with you."
"But its true."
"You don't even realize my hair is copper colored, not ginger!"
"You seem a little touchy," comments Lily with her arms crossed around her middle.
"Yeah, what is your problem?"
"Uh..." I want to tell them about my mom coming up and the fact she knows nothing about my life here, but they somehow already quess it.
"If its not about your mom than it must be about your job, right?" asks Lily. When I don't answer, her eyes pop wider. "Oh great, your mom wants us to come up again? We were just there a few months ago, Bree!"
"No, no she doesn't want us to go there--"
"NO! DO NOT TELL ME SHE IS COMING HERE!" shouts Lily, as if 2012 is happening.
"What's the problem?" pokes in Reese, "She doesn't sound that bad."
Of course, neither Reese or Quin have actually met my mother. I have lied and said Lily and I live alone here. So when my mom walks through that door in the next few days, the boys better not be cooking breakfst in their boxers and bathrooms again.
I pray for that, defiantly.
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