More Confusing Than Ever

“Oh Eric,” I went to him, giving him a hug that surprised him. “I’m sure that things will work out with you two. Besides, I know Mike wouldn’t have brought you home to meet all of us, if he wasn’t serious about you.” I pulled back enough to smile up at him, “I can honestly say you are the first guy he has introduce any of us too.”

“Do you really –”

What ever it was that Eric was going to ask me was cut off by Nick and Jordan as they ran out into the kitchen, hiding behind us as Mike came after them yelling, “Get back here you little bastards!”

“We aren’t that stupid!” Jordy yelled back as Mike rounded the corner and came to a dead stop.

“Anna?” Mike seemed a little confused. Maybe it was because he wasn’t expecting me to be there, or maybe it was the fact that his boyfriend and I were technically holding each other fairly close still; either way, he seemed to forget about his pursuit of the boys. “What are you doing?” He asked, dragging a hand through his hair.

I glanced up at Eric, who wasn’t paying any attention to me now that Mike was in the room, not that I blamed him; Mike was looking really hot in his old high school t-shirt and boxers. Then again, Mike always looked hot, it didn’t matter if he just rolled out of bed or if he spent hours on his appearance, he was good looking, and he knew it.

“I’m trying to convince Eric that girls are better than boys,” I flashed Eric one of my naughtiest smiles before resting my head against his chest. “Oh my!” I squeezed his bicep, “Do you work out?” As I fluttered my eyelashes, Eric turned really red.

“I…umm…” his arms fell away from me as he looked everywhere else but down at me.

Mike was laughing, “Sorry Anna, you’re not his type.”

“You just had to go burst my bubble, didn’t you?” I pouted, “You are no fun Mike.” Turning to Eric, who was still red, I smiled. “It’s ok, it’s not the first time I wasn’t a guy’s type.”

I didn’t expect Eric to say anything to me, I thought I had crossed the line with him, but he glanced at me over his shoulder and smiled, “If I need some arm candy, I’ll give you a call.”

For the second time in less than ten minutes, I found myself saying, ‘oh Eric!’ and throwing my arms around his shoulders, “You say the sweetest things!”

Jordan, who had been watching all this with a smirk on his face, rolled his eyes when I said that. “Enjoy it while it lasts,” he mumbled. “In two seconds she’ll forget you even exist.”

I backed away from Eric, glaring at Jordan. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Jordan crossed his arms and stared down at me. “It means nothing Anna, nothing at all.”

“The hell it does!” I stepped closer to him. “If you have something to say to me, then say it, don’t be like that.”

“Ok fine,” Jordan dropped his arms. “I don’t think Josh would be too happy to know that you are flirting with other guys!”

“Oh my God Jordan!” I rolled my eyes. “Josh wouldn’t –”

“No?” Jordan scoffed. “He would, unless…”

“Unless what?”

Jordan grinned, “Unless it’s only me that he’s worried about.”

Once again, I rolled my eyes. “I’m not even justifying that with a response Jordan!” I went to turn away from him but some thing about the way he stared down at me stopped me. “What is your problem Jordan? Why are you even bringing all this up now?”

I didn’t get an answer to that; Mike suddenly seemed really impatient to get my attention. “Aren’t you going to say ‘hello’ to me?” He asked as he spun me around to face him. “I mean,” he looked around the room and then back at me, “You came all the way here, flirt with my man and ignore me?” Lifting his t-shirt, he sniffed it. “I don’t smell that bad!”

“Well…”

“Get over here,” he tugged on my arm until I was close enough for him to hug. “It’s good to see you babe,” he leaned down until his mouth was close to my ear. “Go easy on Jordy; he really needs a friend now.”

Before it even registered what he had said, he was pushing back from me, “I’m starving; who wants to make breakfast?” he asked with a laugh.

“I would,” Eric responded, sounding really upset that he couldn’t. “But I have to get going before I’m late.”

Mike paused, looking at him. “Yeah,” he said slowly before turning his attention to the guys. “What do you guys want? There’s…” he yanked open the door to the fridge, “eggs…bacon…ummm…” he bent over to dig further into the fridge as Eric grabbed his lunch and headed for the door.

“I should be home around 5:30,” he said to everyone but it was Mike he was looking at. And it was Mike who didn’t acknowledge him.

I watched Eric slip his shoes on, glace at Mike and then sigh before yanking the door open. “Have a good day at work,” I gave him a smile, which he tried to return. “Hurry home,” I told him; I felt bad that Mike was just letting him go without saying anything to him, it wasn’t right. I would kill Josh if he did that to me.

“Thanks Anna,” he said as he disappeared out into the hallway, the door closing silently after him.

“Those are your choices,” Mike reappeared from the fridge, “What did you guys what?” He looked at us, frowning. “What?”

I went to tell him I thought he was being an ass but Nick beat me to it. “I can’t even look at you right now,” he stated before he walked out of the kitchen.

“What’s his problem?” Mike glanced back and forth between a surly Jordan and me.

“You don’t deserve him, you know that?” I threw over my shoulder as I went to find where Nick went.

I guess he turned to Jordan after I left for I heard Jordan say, “For once I agree with them, you could’ve at least said ‘bye’ to him; what if something happens?”

“Nothing is going to happen,” Mike called after Jordan as he walked into the dining room, on his way to where we were sitting.

“No?” Jordan glanced at Nick and me before facing Mike again. “You never know until it’s too late.”