Amaretto on Ice (Part 1)
Amaretto on Ice (Part 1)
I’d always been a hands on kind of girl. Getting dirty and grubby didn’t matter to me because the end result was more than often satisfactory.Since I’d never particularly been a lover of the outdoors. I preferred to stay inside and read a good work, although I wasn’t as much as a bookworm as my older brother, Murphy, was. I enjoyed computer games too, which I was told made me a bit of a nerd, not that I really cared.As for other other labels, well, since I fancied girls I guess that may have made me a lesbian too. Cade Macklamoor was one of my housemates in the first year of University, and she was quite easily the most stunning girl I had ever met.I tried to mask out my feelings for a while, and flirted with one of our male housemates, Stephen Brackney, before I eventually found out that he fancied my sister, Malibu.She fancied him too, but from getting to know him I realised he was a bit of a flirt, so I advised Murphy to warn Malibu off him (I could have done it myself, but I knew things are a lot more final coming from your big brother).I couldn’t help but look out for my siblings. My parents weren’t exactly the best role models, being too interested in their own fitness and careers to look after us properly when we were growing up. Their neglect (and Mum’s abuse) affected Jameson the most. No wonder why he started drinking whilst he was in high school. I was happy when he started putting all his ambition into sport, instead of damaging his body.Whenever Jameson threw a party during University, I made sure to come along, just to keep an eye on things. I even ended up volunteering to cook the food for one party, despite I wasn’t exactly a Master Chef, like my Grandmother, Irish, had apparently been. I was surprised that such a big crowd had turned up, considering it was raining like mad.Luckily I didn’t poison anyone with my food, or at least anyone I was aware of.By the time the party has reached its peak, Cade had still not made an appearance despite I had openly invited her. I quickly checked my phone for any missed calls or texts, but the only notification flashing up on the screen was a reminder for me to feed my animals on my virtual zoo game.
With a sigh, I stuffed my phone back into my bag and headed towards the “juice” keg, where Jameson happened to be. A few drinks wouldn’t hurt, I decided.A few cups later, I soon forgot about my worries as I slid into the delicious warmth of the hot-tub.I got home sometime after midnight, my head spinning and soaked to the bone thanks to a mixture of rain water and my idiocy for thinking it would be a grand idea to throw my clothes on top of my wet bikini.
Clambering up the stairs, and somehow managing to make it up without falling back down, I spotted Cade making her way across the landing towards the bathroom. Talk about convenient timing.
‘Cade! Where have you been? You missed the best party ever!” I lied, playfully nudging my fist against her arm. Even to me, my words sounded a bit slurred, so it was a surprise that Cade answered my question without asking me to repeat myself.
Studying? As if that wasn’t the oldest excuse in the book, my drunken brain managed to convince me. She had cottoned on to my secret, obviously, and was trying to turn me down in the politeness was possible, the bitch.
‘Oh come on.’ The words poured out from my mouth before I could stop them. ‘Just admit it, you know I’m a dyke… that’s why you didn’t want to come.’
And the words kept gushing out.
‘Shit, I’m an idiot for thinking you would feel the same way….”‘Erm… I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink,’ Cade said, or at least I think she did.The room started to spin faster, and the I was no longer standing. The ceiling was the last thing I recall seeing before I blacked out.