Oreos for Breakfast: Chapter 25

Oreos For Breakfast: Chapter 25
By the Paperbag Princess and Pumpkin Coach

"Burgers are ready to go!" I exclaimed, as I finished washing my hands, looking at the pile of hamburgers I'd made. I just made hamburgers. How cool was that?

I turned around to show Rachel, and saw the food spread out all over the kitchen table. Damn.

"Oh baby, they're great!" She smiled over at me and I felt myself blush.

"Look at everything you did… and all I did was make a few burgers…" I grumbled, joining her and taking a sample of the fruit salad, which was closest to me. "Damn, this is good, Rache."

She beamed up at me, "Darien's recipe. Isn't it great? You have such amazing strawberries here. It's the champagne vinaigrette that makes it so good, though."

Taking another strawberry, I held it out to her, sighing as she wrapped her lips around my finger and sucked it into her mouth. "Mmmmm…" she sighed, her eyes never leaving mine.

"God, you are sexy, Rache." I wrapped my arms around her, leaning down to her lips. She tasted sweet, too, as I kissed her. I loved the way she sort of melted into me when we kissed like this. Deepening our kiss, I felt her open up to me as she held onto my waist to keep her footing. How long did we have? Could I carry her upstairs for a quick grope?

She obviously had the same idea, breaking our kiss before looking around the kitchen quickly, "We need to clean up, bunny…"

I shook my head, pulling her into my arms and kissing her neck playfully, "It's fine. How about we go upstairs and…" I was interrupted by the door, though. "Fuck!"

Rachel laughed at me and moved away. "Go answer the door, baby, and I'll clean up really quick. We still need to change."

Changing… that was good. I couldn't wait to see Rachel as a hula dancer. Or maybe not… The way she looked in that bikini, every guy at Guavaween would be hitting on her. But she was mine!

"Dude! Does she have you chained up in the kitchen or what?" Vinnie yelled through one of the open windows, and Rachel laughed, pushing me towards the door.

"Let your friends in, sweetie."

I cleaned up quickly, throwing all the dishes into the dishwasher and tossing the trash into the garage where I'd seen some cans earlier. When I came back in Nick was laughing with a couple of guys and I joined them. Nick smiled down at me, wrapping an arm around my waist to pull me into his body. Damn. I had really wanted to take a bath before everyone got here and I lost my boyfriend to his friends.

Was that selfish? Probably. But I was starting to feel a little jet lagged and pouty again. Part of me just wanted to lock myself away with him for a week, friends and family be damned. We'd never had to start our time together with reentry time!

I clued in to what Nick was saying and smiled. So this was the infamous Vinnie and Anna's cousin Tony. Tony was a bigger guy. He looked like he could be a football player and he had a real boyish look about him. Kind of like the guy in high school who looked imposing but you knew was really a good kid who loved his mom and went to church on Sundays. Well, maybe not the church part. When we'd run into Anna at the mall today, she and Nick had laughed about how Tony had just gotten into trouble at school recently for letting underage girls into his frat house parties.

And Vinnie was a heartbreaker. Seriously cute, and if that was his car I'd noticed outside, he wasn't hanging around Nick for his money. I seemed to recall Nick telling me that Vinnie was from New York and moved down here a few years ago with his dad and stepmother.

Tony smiled at me but Vinnie gave me the once over, trying to look cool. And then he held out a hand to me, "You must be Rachel. I sort of recognize you from the videos and stuff."

"Nice to meet you." I smiled, shaking his hand quickly. What did that mean, "sort of"? That he didn't pay attention or that I looked like hell in person? Nick ignored Vinnie, though, properly introducing me to his friends and then inviting them to help themselves to the beer out back and food in the kitchen, telling them to let any other guests in while we changed.

Nick shrugged out of his clothes as soon as the bedroom door shut, and I wrapped my arms around his waist as I stood behind him, resting my cheek on his back. "They're early," I whined.

He laughed. "They're here to make sure we have enough alcohol."

I kissed the tattoo that ran down his spine, smiling at his sigh. "But I had plans… we were going to shower together, and I was going to give you a pedicure, and then there would be hot sex."

"Umm, sweetie, it's quarter til seven. I told people to get here around seven. Even if Vinnie and Tony hadn't shown up early, there still wouldn't be enough time for that."

Letting him go, I went to sit on the bed. "Damnit."

Nick came over to me, stroking my hair as I leaned my head against his stomach. "Sorry," he said softly. "Want me to send everyone away?"

Suddenly, I did. I wanted Nick all to myself. We could put on sweatpants and snuggle up on the couch and watch movies on his great big TV. I didn't want to meet new people and make small talk. I just…

"Of course not," I told him, looking up with a smile that I hoped looked sincere.

"Are you okay?" he asked, touching my cheek. So much for my sincere smile.

"I'm fine," I assured him. "Jet lag might be catching up with me. I just need to sit for a minute."

"Seriously. I'll tell everyone to go home."

He looked so concerned, and I just had to pull him onto the bed with me. "No. Just lay down with me for three minutes. We've been shopping and cooking and running around all day and all of a sudden I'm beat."

He laid back on the bed and I snuggled up against him. "You slept for 12 hours and you're still tired?" he teased, and I poked him.

"I think I got 12 hours of sleep the entire week before I got here. Shut up."

"I know, buttercup," he said softly, leaning his head down to me. His lips were soft as he kissed my forehead and I just wanted to fall asleep here in his arms. "I shouldn't be making you be social."

"Sure you should," I argued, trying not to yawn. "I want to meet everyone. They need to eat my food and see how happy you are and realize that I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you."

"And see you in the grass skirt. Screw the food!"

Giggling, I kissed him. He wouldn't let me pull away, wrapping his hands in my hair and holding me close. "I love you, Rachel," he whispered, when we finally moved apart to breathe.

I just nodded, leaning against his chest again. "I love you, too."

We laid there for a minute, quiet as he stroked my hair carefully. Then the doorbell rang. Here come the rest of the friends. So much for calm. On to the party.

Rachel was still fussing with her makeup, but she told me to go on down to the party. I figured I should, before everyone else drank all my beer. Vinnie and Tony were at the bar, and they cracked up when they saw my outfit. "You stud," Vinnie teased, and I posed for him.

The blue silk pajamas were pretty Hugh Hefner, and then Rachel found this ridiculous purple robe for me. I could walk around outside in bedroom slippers, right? Rachel could barely stop laughing all afternoon as she called me the "King of the Bunnies." Hopefully the guys didn't remember that Rachel called me that. I think my 'stud-status' might be nixed if that happened!

"Rachel better not be a bunny," Tony warned, pouring a line of shots. And I held my breath, but he didn't seem to remember about the bunny thing... cool.

I could hear voices in the kitchen... who else was here? Brent and Mike, maybe?

"She's a hula dancer, actually." I didn't want her to be a bunny. Somehow, a hula dancer wasn't as trampy.

Okay, I wasn't totally sure why, since she was just wearing a bikini and a grass skirt, but it seemed better somehow.

"Good, because our girls are bunnies," Vinnie told me, grabbing a shot from Tony.

"You have girls?" Since when did Vinnie and Tony have girls?

They laughed, exchanging a look, then launched into some long story about some club and these two hotties and… whatever. I tuned them out. I'd heard this story before. I knew exactly what the girls would look like. Tan, and skinny, with long hair… blond for Vinnie and brunette for Tony. They had a type. The girls would hang out and giggle to one another while we drank a lot, then at the end of the night there would be making out once everyone was drunk. Vinnie and Tony would have girls that would be Playboy bunnies for Halloween.

Hey, they'd accent my costume, right?

"Are they here?" I asked, picking up my second shot.

"Nah, they were still getting ready. They'll meet us later."

"Girls take forever to get ready," Vinnie complained. "What's so hard about a bunny costume?"

"They need to make sure their ears aren't crooked," Rachel joked, joining us. "It's tough being a girl. Now, what are we drinking?"

It took us a second to answer. I could see that even Vinnie thought she looked amazing. Her hair was loose and curly around her shoulders, and the skirt was just low enough to see both of her tattoos. I'd gotten her pretty emerald earrings yesterday at the mall, but she was wearing the plastic palm trees we'd gotten today. I think she liked those better. No wonder I loved her.

I so had the hottest girl in Tampa tonight. Hell, I might have the hottest girl in the world.

When we didn't answer, she picked up the bottle on the bar and checked it out. "Oh, this is crap. Nick, didn't we buy the good stuff today?"

"Yeah, but I'm not wasting it on these losers," I joked, but she just smiled at me, going around the bar to look for the good tequila. Vinnie leaned over to watch her ass when she bent down and I whacked him.

"Hey!" He protested, " I'll let you borrow my girl. She goes with your costume, Mr. King of the Bunnies."

I went to stand next to Rachel, glaring at him. "No one borrows Rachel."

Rachel found four clean shot glasses and set them up on the bar. "And Nick's not borrowing anyone else. I don't care if they go with his costume."

"C'mon, Rache," Vinnie flirted, leaning on the bar. "Our costumes go together. Maybe we should switch around tonight."

"What the hell are you?" I asked, before Rachel could say anything. I could tell that she didn't want to play this game. She was still smiling, but she didn't look up from pouring our shots.

"We're tourists!" Tony explained, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I thought they were just wearing ugly shirts. And socks with sandals. Okay, they were tourists.

Rachel laughed, pushing two shots over towards Vinnie and Tony. "And I'm the real thing, so we're not going together. What's the order for these things? Suck, slam, lick?"

She never did chasers with tequila. I smiled to myself, remembering the day their video hit number eight, and they'd all done eight shots. "You need training wheels?" I teased, and she just took my hand, running a lime over the side of it.

Oh… body shots. That was cool. Whatever she wanted. Limes, salt, whatever!

"Lick, slam, suck," I told her, and she nodded, sprinkling salt on my hand.

"No fair!" Tony whined. "Our girls aren't even here yet."

"Sucks to be you, dude," I told him, getting Rachel's hand ready. We linked fingers and Rachel picked up her glass, holding it out to the guys.

"To bunnies," she offered, and I think they groaned. But Rachel was licking my hand and I had to keep up. We slammed our shots, and then I got to kiss her. The tequila was warm as I swallowed, but her lips were hot, and I wasn't sure if my head was swimming from the kiss or the alcohol. But who cared?

I felt myself sway a bit when we broke apart, and she just smiled into my eyes, her silly plastic palm tree earrings dancing around her face. I loved those earrings. I loved her. Why were we having a party again? I didn't need anyone else but her.

"Hef!" someone called, and I looked away from her to see three Playboy bunnies joining us. Three? Were Vinnie and Tony sharing one? Did they each have one and a half bunnies?

"Bunnies!" I answered back. Okay, parties were fun.

I should have gotten a pedicure today. I wanted one, and I wanted Nick to get one, but we ran out of time at the mall, and then I didn't even get a chance to paint my nails before people started arriving at the party. These sandals would be much cuter if I had red toenails.

Good lord, why was I contemplating my toenails in the middle of a party? There were probably fifty people crammed into Nick's apartment, and I was somehow trapped in the corner with the three bunnies. They'd pumped me for information on Darien and Jeremy, and then asked too many questions about Nick, and now they were making fun of everyone else's costumes.

Where the fuck was Anna? These three were evil girls. The blond seemed way too interested in my boyfriend.

I looked across the room, but Nick was surrounded by boys, doing another shot. Should I go over to him?

No. He was so fucking happy. I loved that laugh. I couldn't get him to do that laugh. That was his hanging out with the guys laugh. They were probably talking about cars or sports or hot babes or whatever it was that boys talked about. I wasn't sure who any of these people were, but I'd never seen him so relaxed before. Sometimes he was like this with his band, but there was too much other baggage there. And my boys… he and Darien got on really well. But this was still different.

I'd stay here and talk to these vapid girls and let Nick have fun with his friends. Later we'd go out to join Guavaween and I'd be with him then. It had been ages since he'd hung out with his friends. He didn't need me over there distracting him.

"What is she supposed to be?" the brunette sniffed, and I looked over to see what they were looking at.

"And we really don't need to see that much of her friends, do we?" answered the redhead.

Saved. Anna was finally here. Were these girls making fun of her? Fuck them. I didn't even make my excuses. I headed towards her, just as she was coming for me.

"Thank god!" I said, as soon as I was close enough.

"What are you doing with the evil angels?" she asked me, and I laughed.

"They're evil, alright."

"Do you know who they are?"

I started to answer, but one of the girls she was with handed us each a beer. "Before Anna goes off on them, I'm Angie."

Anna caught her breath and pulled her friends over to me. "Rachel, this is Samantha and Donna and Angie. My band!"

I giggled. "Anna and the Pussycats?" Her friends were in cute catsuits and ears, obviously Josie and the Pussycats.

Anna grinned, looking at her friends. "They're the Pussycats. But what am I?"

I considered her for a second. She was in a long pink gown that might have been a prom dress in another life, but now it was tattered and held together with safety pins. Her hair was streaked with bright pink and she had crazy makeup.

"You're a punk rock prom queen!" I squealed, getting it. That was from one of my songs.

We all laughed as Anna struck a pose. "Like it?"

"It rocks. You are so cool. And I've always wanted to be Josie and the Pussycats, but I could never convince James to wear the catsuit."

"Really?" Donna asked. I think it was Donna, at least.

"He's not that much of a queen, contrary to his press. But screw my band. I want to talk about yours. What sort of stuff do you do?"

I loved talking to girl musicians. I didn't meet enough of them on the road. It was half an hour before the others wandered away, and Anna and I were alone. "Okay, what about the evil angels?" I asked her, and she nodded, looking around for them.

"Do you know who they are?"

"They have ridiculous names like Burnt Sienna and Midnight Blue. They're either strippers or named after the Crayola box."

Anna cracked up. "Close. Two of them are dating Vinnie and Tony. But it's Sandrine that's the worst."

"You are joking. That's not her real name!"

"It is. Well, she says it is."

"Which one is she?" I looked around the room and found the three of them infiltrating the group of boys. Well, attempting to. It didn't look like the boys were done bonding yet. Man, how many shots had Nick done by now?

"The blond. Do you know who she is?"

"Vinnie's?"

"Neither. But she made out with Nick a couple of months ago."

But… I was with Nick a couple of months ago. My heart sank, and I was too drunk to hide my disappointment from Anna.

"Oh, sweetie," she cooed, seeing the look on my face. "It was ages ago, when you and Nick first got together. Damnit, he told me he told you about that!"

I had to think for a minute. "The girl at the club that one night?" That was Tampa, wasn't it? Right after Nick and I had gotten together.

"Yes," Anna nodded. "And I told him you hadn't been together long enough to dump him over some kisses. Did I lie?"

I shook my head, trying to smile. "No, you didn't. He told me about that. What the hell is she doing here?"

"Her friends started dating Vinnie and Tony. Believe me, they're only doing it to get to Nick. They're the evil angels."

I had to giggle at her nickname for them. "Why are they angels?"

"Because there's a blond, a brunette and a redhead. They're like Charlie's Angels or something. Or maybe just a bad Victoria's Secret commercial. Did Nick tell the guys he was going to be Hef tonight? I wouldn't be surprised if they planned to be bunnies just so they'd have an excuse to hang on him all night."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't think he talked to anyone after we decided on his costume…" I thought for a second. This afternoon at the mall seemed like a very long time ago. I wasn't sure. "I doubt it. They seem like the kind of girls who love an excuse to dress up like a Playboy bunny."

"Point," Anna conceded. "Still, you might want to head them off at the pass."

I looked over at the gang of boys and shook my head. "Nah. He knows what will happen. I trust him."

Right?

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