Irish Twins

It was January 20, so that means our Irish Twin celebration was in full effect. I had the most comfy outfit to wear tonight. Jeff said he would stop by the arcade if he could. He was playing golf with Jersey Peterson today. Jersey’s parents owned one of the largest digital marketing agencies in Louisiana and they were filthy rich. Jeff always tried to hang out with him when he was in town from boarding school. I understood and I was mature enough to know he couldn’t spend all of his time with me. I did miss him though. Our make out sessions have been far and in between and I just wanted him to hold me. It was nice being able to put all of my affection in one place. My heart wasn’t tortured any longer and I was starting to feel a lot better. Keegan was coming to our Irish Twin outing today and so was Casey. I would do my best to avoid Keegan, but try to not make it awkward. I wished Jeff didn’t have to go golfing with Jersey, so he could be my distraction.

I pulled on my Derek Jeter jersey that was two sizes too big. I tucked one side into my jeans and grabbed my white Air Force Ones. I threw my hair up into a bun and put a little blush, mascara and lip gloss on. I hadn’t dressed like “myself,” all year and I was starting to miss that girl. I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were super green today. That usually means it will be a good day. The blush really brought out my freckles and my curls were beautiful all tied up in a bun. I sprayed myself with vanilla body spray and did one last spin before heading out to the living room.

When I got into the family room, I could see his hair. It was Keegan! Why was he here? I thought his mom was bringing him to the arcade. I wasn’t expecting him to be here. I got super hot and my stomach dropped. I felt like I was on the highest roller coaster in free fall. I avoided making eye contact with him as I sat down to put my shoes on. I was feeling super woozy.

“Are you okay, Brees?” Keegan asked.

“I’m fine,” I said sternly. I avoided all eye contact.

You know what Keegan, fuck you! You haven’t called me or texted me since my birthday and now you want to chit chat whilst I am in the midst of passing out? No way. Not going to happen. I have played that game before. He doesn’t get to talk to me whenever he feels like it after ignoring me for weeks. I regained my composure and I sat staring out the window to avoid any sort of communication with him.

“I love this look on you,” he said gesturing to my outfit, “it’s the Brees I am used to. The Brees that I fe—…” he paused. He didn’t finish his sentence.

I looked at him through squinted eyes. What was he going to say? Not that it mattered anyways. I stuck to my guns and I ignored him. I felt him staring at me as we sat and waited. I played on my phone for a bit and Casey texted and said she was about three minutes away. Where is Baylen? Why did he leave him in here with me? I got up to go outside and wait for Casey. This was too difficult to do. I saw a car coming up my street, but it didn’t look like Mrs. Sato’s car. Wait. The car was slowing down. I could only see a baseball cap and sunglasses as they pulled into our driveway. Suddenly the door burst open and Baylen ran out to greet the guest. As he picked her up off of her feet I could see that it was actually Quinn, Alison’s daughter. I didn’t expect her, nor did I realize she and Bay were still talking. As he put her down she kissed him. Oh my goodness. Were they dating? This is truly such an adorable moment for these two and it made me momentarily forget about my current situation with Keegan.