The Pentagon Relationship

"O. M. Gee! Who was that, and where can I get one?!" said Paige as she came out back. "He was Hott!"

"Paige!" Can she be anymore embarrassing?

"Well he was! Who was he? I’ve never seen him before here. What’s his name?"

Aw crap! I didn’t even know his name!

"I dunno." I said in a mumble.

"You don’t know! Well, that’s just great! The guy was all over you, and you didn’t bother asking his name! You need some serious help with guys."

"I know. I’m a failure. Just send me off to the nearest church and I’ll become a nun." I said in a sarcastic voice. I heard Paige give a snort, and went out back again, finishing inventory.

8:28 finally came. I saw Jen, my replacement, coming in the door, her apron string hanging out of her Wal-Mart bag.

"Hey Jen." I called, "Have fun with Paige, she’s been doing inventory for the past 6 hours, and is real cranky."

"That’s exactly what I needed on a Saturday." She said in her monotone voice. I laughed.

Jen is a bit weird, hanging out at the most random places around town. Like last week I saw her at the playset around McDonald’s, surrounded by 5 year olds. But Jen is really cool too. She’s smart, and she has awesome style in clothes, even if it’s a bit out of my comfort zone.

Putting on her shiny yellow baseball cap, she stepped around the counter.

"So I saw this really awesome movie. It was a documentary/horror film, about killer rodents in big cities like Japan. They come out at night, and completely destroy old shops that have no insulation in them."

"Sweet. Well see ya’."

"Yea."

The door swung closed with a gentle tinkle of the bell, and I made my way down the street. Getting my ipod from my pocket, I turned on Sugercult, and started humming the song. The one good thing about the weekend was finally here, Saturday Night.

I walked down to the end of the street, and instead of normally turning right towards my house, I took a left, towards the apartment area. 4 blocks later, I stopped at a crappy looking apartment building, buzzing in room 18.

"Yea?"

"Hey, it’s me! Open up the door!" I yelled in an angry voice, smiling while doing so. I heard a laugh at the other end, and then a "Fiiiiine! Don’t trip on the stairs!"

Walking up the noisy metal stairs was a bummer about this place. They squeaked and creaked, and there were probably 50 of them! I always thought some old man was going to jump out of one of the rooms, and yell at me to keep quiet.

Opening to room 18, I noticed it was really dark.

"Where are all the ligh- Oomph!" I got cut off as something hit me right smack in the head.

"HAHAHA GOT YA’!" came a voice from where I knew was the couch. Picking up the thing that hit me –a pillow- I threw it towards the sound of the noise, before switching the lights on. A groan came a second later, and I smirked.

Suddenly, I had a plan. Running full speed over towards the groan, I jumped on top of the living creature. The creature gave a gasp, then a chuckle. Then it went all "big bad bear" and a massive growl came out of it!

"RAWR! I’M GOING TO GET YOU!" and the big scary brother proceeded to actually CHASE me around the living room. Grabbing me around the waist he hoisted me up onto his shoulder, and proceeded to run around the coffee table. Because that is just Ryan. He is my brother, and I love him. So of course, showing my love, I took my hand, and proceeded to lick it, then taking it, I rubbed it all over his cheek. Because that is just me!

"Ewww! Ady! That’s not hygienic!" he said, and put me down on the couch. "Now I am going to have to soak my face in hand sanitizer!" he said in fake grossed out mode.

"I bet you don’t even HAVE hand sanitizer!" I said, sticking my tongue out at him.

"Of course, you are right. But that doesn’t mean you can go and lick my face!" he said, trying to wipe his face clean. "Just for that, I’m not letting you have one of the fabulous cookies I made this afternoon. I guess I’m just going to eat all of the lovely GINGERSNAP cookies ALL BY MYSELF!" Oh NO HE DID NOT! Those are my absolute FAVORITE cookies EVER!

"I didn’t lick your face! I licked my hand, which your face touched! There’s a difference!"

"Oh, alll riiight!" he said, dragging it out in an exasperated voice. Then quickly smiling he added "I couldn’t eat them all anyway. There’s got to be at least 100!"

"I’m in heaven then! Where are they?" I asked, walking over towards the mini kitchen in the corner.

"By the toaster. What movie you want to watch?" he called by the little t.v.

"The scariest thing you got!"

"As long as you don’t get nightmares. If mom found out I let you watch this, then she’ll freak."

"Psh! Like I’m going to get nightmares! I haven’t had a nightmare in over 5 years!" I said, as I sat down on the couch, with the bowl of cookies in my lap.

"Well, you haven’t seen this movie before, have you!" he said like the big smarty-pants he was, his brown hair falling into his eyes.

"You’re just trying to scare me. Well it ain’t going to work!" I said, and stuffed my tenth cookie in my face.

"We’ll see…" he responded.