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Now, I know it's bad, but when she pitched me the idea, the first thing I thought of was the sex scene in Cocktail that we just witnessed not too long ago. That was just the first thought in my head. And since I've been sugar high for a while now, I thought that was funny. Because we're taking it slow. And even still, this isn't Jamaica. And I'm not a bartender. And all that.
So that's out.
But I still sort of hesitated on it, right up until the point Carly started pouting at me, and talking about how she didn't want to be all by herself in such a big house. And I cracked.
I sighed as I picked up the phone, and called Madsen's place, hoping one of his parents would pick up. I don't want to explain this to Erin, and I sure as hell don't want to have to explain it to Madsen. If one of his parents picks up, this'll be quick, and I'll deal with all the jokes they're bound to crack over this when I go back.
"Hello?"
Mrs. Madsen. Good. I'm saved. "Hey, Mrs. Madsen, it's Sam." Now, let's make it fast. I have my girlfriend waiting upstairs for me, and she wants me to sleep with her.
God, that sounds freakin' weird.
"Sam! It's getting late, are you coming home tonight? And are you with Michael? He hasn't called in."
"He's out, that's all I know. I reminded him to call in. I'm over Carly's, remember?" Here it comes. Yeah, there it is. The laugh. She's got the weirdest laugh I've ever heard.
"Right, right, I forgot. So what's the call for?"
"... Do you mind if I stay over Carly's for the night?"
"... Sam."
"Mrs. Madsen, I swear, it's not like that." I sighed, and rolled my eyes at the laugh when it came back again. Freakin' strange woman. "I'm just sleeping over. Sleeping. Over." Jesus, I'm not one of her kids, I'm one of her kid's best friends. Does she have to assume?
"Uh huh. I'll tell Steve, don't worry about it. Should we expect you tomorrow?"
"Yeah." I nodded. "Probably around lunch, maybe. I swear I'll be around Sunday night, above all else." I laughed.
"Gotcha. See you tomorrow. And if Michael doesn't call, and you hear from him, let him know he's in trouble."
"I will. I'll see you tomorrow." I hung up, and then realized that she'd actually said it was okay. I think I expected more questions, even though I knew there probably wouldn't be. I keep waiting for them to be more strict.
I'm just weird.
I walked upstairs and headed for Carly's room, wondering how this was going to be. She doesn't even know how bad I am in the morning when it comes to getting up. Even if I tell her, I don't think she'll buy that I pretty much don't move. Or move that much.
Madsen had to invent his own method of waking me up over the years, otherwise I'd probably sleep in every day. And when I was still at home, and Arianna got big enough, she found her own ways of making it work too. Before that, I was just yelled at. And that always got me moving, everytime, because it was always loud as hell and impossible to sleep through if I tried. And I tried.
So it'll be fun to see what Carly does.
I opened her door once I got to her room, and looked in. "Hey. All set." I came in, shutting the door behind me, and kept trying to ignore what this felt like. It's not that. "She was fine with it." I'll be facing jokes from all four of them for at least two weeks.
"You should probably know, when I sleep, I kinda... Sleep." I can't vocalize it well, or whatever. "I'm not a morning guy." She'll be a morning person. I know it. That'll make it twice as fun if she tries to wake me up whenever she gets up.
"So, yeah, fair warning."
There. I warned. And in the morning, she'll get to see it first hand.
So that's out.
But I still sort of hesitated on it, right up until the point Carly started pouting at me, and talking about how she didn't want to be all by herself in such a big house. And I cracked.
I sighed as I picked up the phone, and called Madsen's place, hoping one of his parents would pick up. I don't want to explain this to Erin, and I sure as hell don't want to have to explain it to Madsen. If one of his parents picks up, this'll be quick, and I'll deal with all the jokes they're bound to crack over this when I go back.
"Hello?"
Mrs. Madsen. Good. I'm saved. "Hey, Mrs. Madsen, it's Sam." Now, let's make it fast. I have my girlfriend waiting upstairs for me, and she wants me to sleep with her.
God, that sounds freakin' weird.
"Sam! It's getting late, are you coming home tonight? And are you with Michael? He hasn't called in."
"He's out, that's all I know. I reminded him to call in. I'm over Carly's, remember?" Here it comes. Yeah, there it is. The laugh. She's got the weirdest laugh I've ever heard.
"Right, right, I forgot. So what's the call for?"
"... Do you mind if I stay over Carly's for the night?"
"... Sam."
"Mrs. Madsen, I swear, it's not like that." I sighed, and rolled my eyes at the laugh when it came back again. Freakin' strange woman. "I'm just sleeping over. Sleeping. Over." Jesus, I'm not one of her kids, I'm one of her kid's best friends. Does she have to assume?
"Uh huh. I'll tell Steve, don't worry about it. Should we expect you tomorrow?"
"Yeah." I nodded. "Probably around lunch, maybe. I swear I'll be around Sunday night, above all else." I laughed.
"Gotcha. See you tomorrow. And if Michael doesn't call, and you hear from him, let him know he's in trouble."
"I will. I'll see you tomorrow." I hung up, and then realized that she'd actually said it was okay. I think I expected more questions, even though I knew there probably wouldn't be. I keep waiting for them to be more strict.
I'm just weird.
I walked upstairs and headed for Carly's room, wondering how this was going to be. She doesn't even know how bad I am in the morning when it comes to getting up. Even if I tell her, I don't think she'll buy that I pretty much don't move. Or move that much.
Madsen had to invent his own method of waking me up over the years, otherwise I'd probably sleep in every day. And when I was still at home, and Arianna got big enough, she found her own ways of making it work too. Before that, I was just yelled at. And that always got me moving, everytime, because it was always loud as hell and impossible to sleep through if I tried. And I tried.
So it'll be fun to see what Carly does.
I opened her door once I got to her room, and looked in. "Hey. All set." I came in, shutting the door behind me, and kept trying to ignore what this felt like. It's not that. "She was fine with it." I'll be facing jokes from all four of them for at least two weeks.
"You should probably know, when I sleep, I kinda... Sleep." I can't vocalize it well, or whatever. "I'm not a morning guy." She'll be a morning person. I know it. That'll make it twice as fun if she tries to wake me up whenever she gets up.
"So, yeah, fair warning."
There. I warned. And in the morning, she'll get to see it first hand.