Like A Fool Ch. 12byredsliver©
I climbed the stairs to find a red-eyed Miranda. She was wearing the same clothes she had walked to work in; her shoulder bag was dropped next to the door. She must've walked. She was waiting at my bedroom door.
"It's just Courtney and Chris," I gestured towards the kitchen.
"Other people are coming," Miranda stepped into my room, "Please Robert."
I followed her in. My room was very sparse. A dresser, a stack of board games, a desk, a laptop, a chair, a bed, and a growing mess. There were no pictures out, no posters on the wall, the only decorations were some old action figures in non strategic places. Miranda sat on my bed I closed the door and took my chair.
"I didn't mean to be a bitch," Miranda began, "I don't know why I flipped out."
"Neither do I," I specifically noticed the two words I wanted to hear were missing; the rest of her speech didn't matter to me.
"Lizzie?" She asked in a high-pitched condemning tone, "Of all the fucking people--"
"Don't start attacking our friends," I warned angrily.
"Fine," she was fidgeting with her hands, picking up He-Man and Dr. Wily and putting them down again. "I don't want to see you get hurt."
"You don't have to worry about me," I was reclined my chair.
"But you do stupid things to make me worry," She accused, starting to move from weepy to angry.
"It goes both ways," I was getting angry myself, "all the fucking time."
"Don't get mad at me for looking out for a friend!" She was going to cry again. I did not want to care. I gave her a hug. I was on the bed with her. She smelled nice. She calmed down.
"I'm glad you have my back," I said soothingly, "but this was mine and Ainsley's decision. It took us a week to make up our minds."
"Be careful," She commanded, snuggling into my shoulder.
"Of course. We go through condoms like anything." I jested and she pushed me away.
"Don't forget about me," Miranda got to her feet fixing her skirt, "I want to know you're going to be OK." She walked out to the washroom. A half minute later I was feeling angry again, she hadn't apologized.
"Hey Robbie!" Natalie came in, "You don't answer your door."
"Nor do we lock it," I stepped out of my room and to the kitchen, "What're you drinking?"
"I brought Long Island iced tea mix," Natalie showed off her liquor store bag. She was looking like a whore, but at least an expensive whore that I couldn't afford. She had on a knee length plaid skirt and white socks up her calves, black wide heeled shoes that clicked as she walked. She had a blue blouse, unbuttoned a step to far to show off her B cup tits, and her shoulder length black hair was in pigtails. Give the girl a sucker and all you would think about were blowjobs.
"You're looking a little..." I trailed off.
"It was hell in the cab ride over," She let me fetch her a glass while she started making her drink, "Perverted old Newfie tried to offer me free fare for a fuck."
"Alliterative," I said unsympathetically. Natalie had come over dozens of Fridays before, always relaxed, casual, never so slutty. I was trying to wrap my head around it.
"Hey dude," Chris elbowed me as he wandered into the kitchen for another beer. He had Courtney's and my empty glasses. Mine should have been mostly full so I helped myself to one of his James Ready. "Who's the stripper?"
"You know Natalie already. Look up and you might see her face," I said dryly, realizing after the cap had bitten deep into my palm that it wasn't a twist off.
"Oh the secretary!" Chris gave her a hug; she gave me a confused look.
"I'm not a stripper," Natalie pushed Chris away. Chris tended to get very affectionate around familiar looking women when he was blitzed. I had only seen five, maybe six, drinks I could account to his consumption. Chris was no lightweight.
"Good cause in Canada we don't have dollar bills to throw," He nodded wisely, "Loonies would hurt."
Miranda joined us in the kitchen after having been to the washroom to fix her face. She managed to hide the signs of her crying and now just looked a little high. She was clearly unhappy with the way Natalie had arrived.
"What the hell?" Miranda asked sharply.
"You mentioned the orgy," Natalie said, "I've never done anything so wild, I figured I could get people to talk about it if I looked like I was willing."
"Are you?" I had popped the top; it told me I didn't win a boat. The beer was delicious.
"Orgy?" Chris looked around, counted on his hands. Said aloud "Three to two, three to two..."
"If you wanted us to talk about it you could have come dressed in a burka for all I cared," I explained after chugging the beer. I felt a little ashamed that there was still a small pool at the bottom. "You didn't have to come looking for pole."
"I'm in!" Announced Chris, "I better go tell Courtney."
"This is not going to end well," Miranda watched Chris stumble towards the stairs. I was curious as to why I didn't try to stop him. I must love train wrecks.
"I'm sorry," Natalie apologized heartfully, "I didn't want to be such an idiot, I guess I didn't think this all the way through."
"Yeah, you didn't," Miranda was condemning.
"I can go--"
"Grab your drink," I interrupted her, "Worst thing that is going to happen is you're going to give us all a story."
I opened the fridge and found my own beer was down to three cans and figured that'd be enough for tonight. Something told me to keep my head. I grabbed a Black Label and breached it.
"I didn't bring anything to drink," Miranda said dumbly.
"Then go sober or steal Courtney's," I told her, taking Natalie down to the basement where I could already hear Courtney getting flustered and angry.
"Why do you take the middle of the couch?" Natalie asked when I dropped down next to Courtney on the far couch. Natalie took the corner opposed from Chris, putting her the furthest from the conversation.
"It's like marking my territory with my dick still in my pants," I explained. Courtney elbowed.
"Who's this?" She nodded to Natalie, there was accusation in her eyes, "and why did Chris say we were going to have an orgy?"
"Natalie, Courtney. Courtney, Natalie." I robotted with four respective nods, "This here is Miranda's old roommate from school and Natalie's our secretary at work."
"I always knew you're secretary would be this kind," Courtney sneered. I chased Natalie up stairs. Miranda went down without us.
"I'm sorry," I apologized to Natalie, "Everyone's wound up like idiots."
Natalie tore out her pigtails shook her hair into its wavy natural form. She buttoned up her shirt and I sadly lost sight of her breasts.
"You don't have to be sorry, Robbie," She told me, "you're a nice guy."
"I've been told that by a large number of women who didn't want to sleep with me," I assured her. She laughed, if a little bit forced.
"I'm sorry," Natalie was looking at her feet; I offered her a kitchen chair. "I don't know what I'm doing."
"That's what Robbie said!" James announced as he opened the door. Natalie, without her pigtails and cleavage, still looked like a Catholic schoolgirl and not trashy. James greeted her happily. Lizzie followed him in. James was wearing a pair of plaid pyjama pants and an old t-shirt. His shoes were kicked under the small table and his socks had holes in the toes. Lizzie was looking good, a dark green tank top over a white bra with a pair of white jeans and heeled black boots that ran up under her pant legs.
"Natalie," Lizzie hugged her. The brunette looked more confused than when Chris had did it; "You need to come by more often. This place needs your silliness."
"Thanks," Natalie looked to me for translation but I had no idea.
"You told Miranda," James punched me in the upper arm. I could barely feel my fingers after it.
"Ow!" I whined.
"Idiot," he threw his and her beer into the fridge.
"She probably can hear you," I nodded towards the stairs.
"Good," James twisted the cap off a Schooner, "I'm not hiding shit anymore."
"What's he mad about?" Natalie asked as James thundered downstairs.
"Don't worry Robbie," Lizzie touched my arm, "If we hadn't told her, she'd have thought I was cheating on James."
"Oh," Natalie started, "The or--Miranda seemed upset this morning."
"Don't worry girl," Lizzie winked, "I don't care if you know."
Honestly, I didn't want to deal with any of this shit. From the basement I could hear James getting quieter, seething in his rage as Courtney and Miranda tried to dissuade Chris from his actions. Lizzie was laughing, saying soothing things that didn't carry up to Natalie and me. I just toasted her and chatted about unrelated small things. As the clock hit twenty after seven, my phone started vibrating.
"Who's that?" Natalie was looking much brighter now, laughing at the bullshit that Chris was slurring.
"Ainsley," I read the text, "She's exhausted and sore, I get to C her 2morrow." I mapped out the shorthand with hand gestures and accenting the words. Natalie rolled her eyes at me.
"Let's stop hiding," She touched my hand, "let's go downstairs."
It was the worst story, only James, Chris, and I should have known it. How I started hanging out with Chris. He was telling it to Courtney, James was laughing, I was flushing. Lizzie was enraptured and Miranda was flustered.
"It wouldn't be the first time Robbie and I did something like this," Chris exclaimed, "Remember Alice MacWhatever?"
"MacDonald, Chris," James supplied.
"Yeah, both of us were trying to pick her up at the T-room in third year and she wasn't liking our vicious competition." He was having trouble with his s's. "That's the night I made my friend. Little slut went skiing."
"Robbie!" Miranda looked at me aghast.
"What's skiing?" asked Courtney.
"Grabbing two poles and playing in the white stuff," James explained helpfully. Natalie, Miranda and Courtney sneered. It looked like Lizzie had heard the story.
"During which time me and Robbie made five fist bumps and two high fives," Chris was sounding proud of himself. I just shook my head and took the center of the couch with Miranda and Courtney on it. I immediately received punches to my arms. Where James had hit me once, Courtney connected perfectly. I moaned feebly.
"So," Continued Chris, "I'm totally good with fucking in front of him, who's with me?"
"None of us," Miranda made sure to make eye contact with Lizzie and I when she told us. "Now calm down."
Natalie was looking for a seat, and after Chris had offered both his lap and his face she forced me to push aside and make room between Miranda and myself.
"You guys are all disgusting," Courtney condemned us.
"Who wants to play Brawl?" I asked hoping to turn things around.
"They're not disgusting," Lizzie came to our defence, "just honest and tactless."
"And stupid," Miranda added helpfully.
"I'm sure the boys can't be the only people here that have had sex like that," Natalie tried, looking to Lizzie.
"She's right," Lizzie agreed, "How're Jeff and Brent doing Miranda?"
Shit hit the fan and I stopped caring. No one was getting on; I escaped with Natalie after an hour and had a decent conversation. I really didn't want to be anywhere near Miranda at the moment.
"I didn't mean to cause so much shit," Natalie told me when James and Lizzie had escaped to their room, Courtney and Chris to his. Neither room seemed to be emanating the telltale signs of sex that usually occurred when people dived out of the party.
"It is not your fault," I squeezed her shoulders, "I'll lay it all out on Miranda later."
"That's not fair," Natalie smacked me, "Don't be a dick."
"Good advice," Miranda came up from the basement and joined us. It was still quite early but things had fallen apart.
"You two want to go out for Chinese?" I asked when I saw both women looking pissy.
"Can we order in?" Miranda asked, "I just want to sit down somewhere private."
I looked to Natalie who nodded towards my room. Neither girl was giving off that dangerous exciting vibe so I agreed. I dialed and waited. Natalie and Miranda opened the door so the teenaged idiot wouldn't notice we forgot to tip him and talked about nothing and got sweet and sour sauce on my sheets.