Ruin (Ruin 1)
Chapter Twenty
Why hadn’t I realized until now that I’d never been on a date? What do I wear? Are we eating? Holy crap! I’m think I’m going to be sick…
Kiersten
“Does it look okay? Really?” I asked for the twentieth time.
Gabe smacked his hand against his forehead and cursed. “Just chill out! Geez, I have half a mind to give you alcohol right now. Sit. It’s almost ready.”
I smirked.
Another deadpan expression from Gabe as he ran the iron over the white shirt. “I take this to my grave you know.”
“What? The white shirt?” I asked innocently.
“No.” He rolled his eyes and unplugged the iron. “My Martha Stewart skills.”
“He can sew too,” Lisa announced as she walked into the room and dangled a necklace in front of my face. “In fact, I’m pretty sure if you asked him to knit you a sweater you’d have one by Christmas.”
“Thanks, cousin.” Gabe flipped her off and threw the shirt at me.
“Hey!” I caught it midair. “We don’t want all your hard work going to waste.”
“I need more guy friends,” Gabe mumbled as he took a seat on the couch and sighed into his hands.
Lisa gasped. “I’m offended! You know I’m your favorite.”
His eyes narrowed. “You know you’re a loser when your best friend is your cousin.”
“Aw, Gabe.” Lisa pressed her hand to her chest. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“Right.” He folded his arms and groaned, leaning his head back on the couch. “I need a smoke.”
“You quit,” Lisa sang.
“Fine, then I need alcohol.”
“You don’t drink anymore.”
I laughed when Gabe gave me an exasperated look. He pushed to his feet and walked over to the kitchen. I heard water running and then cursing.
“Don’t mind him.” Lisa waved in Gabe’s direction. “He really isn’t as annoyed as he seems. Promise.”
“Lies,” he yelled from the kitchen.
“Now…” Lisa pointed to my t-shirt. “Strip. He worked hard on this and I want to make sure it looks good with the skirt.”
“Uh…” I shook my head no. “Gabe’s in the kitchen, like right there. I’ll change in my room.”
“It’s like he’s gay. I promise he won’t notice.” Lisa nodded emphatically. Another curse was heard from the kitchen. Poor Gabe.
“Fine.” I quickly took off my T-shirt and reached for the one she held out to me. I slowly did the buttons and then stood for her to examine me. I had a cute miniskirt with tan and white stripes that hugged every curve and a white button up blouse that hung loosely over my hips. In my mind I thought it would look awfu,l but by the large smile on Lisa’s face I could tell I was the one in the wrong.
“Damn,” Gabe said from behind me.
I jerked around.