<Insert Creative Title Here...> Pt. 5
Today marks the last of Reese and Dylan's story. I simply ran out of inspiration.... don't you hate when that happens? I am so happy I was able to share their story with the #BrainBridage. If I find more inspriation for Dyl and Reese, I will be sure to share it with you! Thank you so much for sticking with them! Enjoy!
Mother and Meatloaf
“Seriously, I need to find a place of my own… ”
Reese
“Mother, where is Levi?” Being the wonderful, amazing football star Levi is, he never has to be home for dinner like I do. Just once I would like to see Levi at the table, dodging the same intrusive questioning I have to deal with.
“Bennett cannot be present for dinner since he has prior arrangements with the football team. They are having a study group for a history exam next week.” Levi’s full name is Bennett Levi Davidson, but I couldn’t pronounce Bennett when I was younger. He is Levi to everyone except our mother. “Isn’t it great that Bennett is tackling his academic goals just as strenuous as he is his extra curriculars?”
Levi can do no wrong with mother. For example, last year, the offensive football team went out and drank three times the legal limit. We received a phone call around three in the morning. Levi apparently decided in his drunken stupor that clothing was optional in the real world.
When mother went and saved him from the local jail, she worried over and pampered his drunken ass for weeks. How can HER baby be put in such a situation? She wrote a strongly worded letter to the football coach stating HER son would not be put in such a predicament again, or she would let him transfer to Kansas State University like he wanted to in the first place.
On the flip side, when I started high school mother told me under no certain terms if I ever thought about being a “wild child” she would throw me out of the house.
So yeah. No double standards there. Not at all.
“Yeah, Levi is great. Super student and all.” I sarcastically yammer as I shove a fork of meatloaf in my mouth.
“Speaking of school, how was your first time in the training room? I assume you were polite and respectful?” Mother raises and eyebrow as she delicately cuts a lone green bean into five pieces.
I choke on my meat loaf. My cheeks flame a bright red color. I can’t breathe. My mind is thrown back to the Great Wall of Douche in his boxer briefs, his tight, non-concealing boxer briefs leaving nothing to the imagination.
When I was finally done with all of my patients, including Levi, I offered to stay behind to clean up. I wanted to think about what transpired between my brother and the Wall.
I was so deep in thought I didn’t realize what time it was when I walked into the icing room three hours later. I was unprepared to see another human being in my proximity. Even less prepared to witness the Great Wall of Douche naked!
Well, he wasn’t naked he had boxers on. But he may as well have been. Those tight, black boxers. They hugged his curves, all of them. I didn’t have to use my imagination at all.
Did it get hot in here?
Wait. Why was he here? Shouldn’t he be at practice? Why was he here? Why was he in only his boxers? Why was he here?
I was so worried about him being here that I knocked over the tray of medical sheers I was carrying to the storage room. I bend down to pick them up, hoping like hell he didn’t
hear me. I really don’t want to talk to the Great Wall of Douche, especially since he was naked….
However, the universe wasn’t on my side since I heard, rather than saw, him slowly creep next to me. He was down in the crouch position, which would have been fine. But this time, since he was naked, his tightly wrapped “package” was staring right at me.
I immediately look at the ceiling, and take three deep breathes. Then in a whisper, “Could you maybe put on some clothes?” floats out from between my lips. I’m incredibly embarrassed at this point, trying like hell not to look at this body.
No matter how tone it is.
When he didn’t answer, I cough and answer myself, “Sure pal, sorry I was walking around the training room in my boxers in the first place. How irresponsible. I will go put on some clothes now. Sorry about this. It won’t happen again.” Then I jump up and run out of the room before he can say anything.
I ran straight to Harper’s car, which was in the parking lot where the players parked. Instead of staying behind to help me clean, she decided to go watch practice; hoping she would catch the eye of a senior player.
When I finally reached her car, I jumped in and slammed the door. Harper, being the best friend she is, got the hint and ended the conversation she was having with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome.
I could feel her side eying me, but I didn’t want to talk about it. Instead, I asked her about the player she was talking to. “Oh, that’s Antonio Delaveega. He is the team’s kicker. He’s a senior this year, studying sports medicine. Since you got me that sweet gig with the
trainers, I have 100% access to the ball field during practice.” She shoots me a thankful smile. “Since he’s on special team, he has a lot of down time. He used his time to talk to me.”
I shake my head. Leave it to Harper Lee to have a potential boyfriend in only one day. Say what you want, but when Harper Lee Jenkins has her mind set, she goes out and does it.
“So, is Antonio a prospect? Or are you going to keep playing the field?” I ask, trying to get her to talk about herself. I need her to be preoccupied, or the questions will come….
Before she has time to answer, we pull up to my house. I shake my head, promising to pick up the conversation later. With a thanks and a wave, I head into the house.
Which is where we are now.
Mother clears her throat, waiting for a response, “Honestly Reese Lynn, it isn’t that hard of a question. How was the training room? Were you polite and respectful like I raised you to be?”
Before I can give her an answer, Levi comes barging through the door. “Mom, where’s the food?” Thank God for small miracles. “Shit PB, what’s got you in such a fit?”
“Bennett, I’m happy you’re here! How was study group?” God, mother. Could you be any more of a suck up?
Levi throws his shoulders up, never taking his eyes off the contents of the fridge, “Eh, it was okay. Boring as hell though.” Levi decides on the meatloaf sandwich mother left in the fridge for him. Turning around, he asks me, “PB, why didn’t you come to study group?”
I’m shocked. “I, um, didn’t know I was invited?” It’s my best answer. I know what the kids do at his “study group”, and there is zero studying happening.
Levi makes this sound with his mouth that I think is supposed to be an indifferent sound, “Dude, you can come anywhere I can. You are part of the team now. Show up next time. And DO NOT expect to be cordially invited. It’s just something now. Okay?”
I look at him with wonder, “Sure, Levi. Can Harper come, too?” I have to ask, Harp would be pissed if she weren’t invited.
Levi’s eyes shine, “Hell yeah! Bring little Harp. She is always welcome. By the way, when is she going to let me take her on a date?”
Oh did I forget to mention Levi is in love with Harper? Yeah, that’s fun. Harper knows too, but she is pretending Levi isn’t EXACTLY what she is looking for in a guy.
Instead of answering him, I jump up, put my plate in the sink and head up to my room. I need to decompress after my long, weird day.
And maybe daydream about a certain Great Wall…
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age 22. 25.1.2018
