Free A Little Bit of Trouble by A. E. Murphy Page A

the door behind me. I then tug her along as I check for any intruders hiding in the masses of clothes. There’s no sign of a break in but I really don’t have a good feeling. More often than not, that uneasy feeling in my gut tends to be right.
         “You don’t have to manhandle me!” she hisses and tugs her arm free. I lock the door and pull her to the door that leads upstairs. “Get off!”
         “Wait here,” I head up to her apartment. I’m not satisfied until I’ve searched under every surface and every space where somebody could hide. “It’s clear.”
         “What are you… a cop?” she scoffs and throws her bag on the sofa.
         I raise an eyebrow, “Has Dana been here?”
         “YES!” She shouts angrily. “Yes, she’s been here. She’s my cousin! I couldn’t just kick her out!”
         “If she comes again send her to me,” I don’t know why I’m saying this but the thought of Loryn getting injured or worse because of that idiot… really does not appeal to me at all. In fact, it makes my fucking blood boil!
         “What is she to you?” she laughs once and slumps onto the sofa. “Why do you even care?”
         She has a point, “I don’t.” her mouth drops open. “So, why have you been a bitch all night?”
         “I have not been a… bitch,” she laughs again, this time in disbelief. I notice how she had to grind out the word bitch, I’m guessing she doesn’t like swearing.
         I roll my eyes, “Please, drop the bitch crown and step away from the throne. You haven’t said more than two words to me all night. We were fine in the car before dinner.”
         Her eyes narrow, “You can’t just barge into my life and start ordering me around!”
         “Yes I can.”
         She growls and throws her hands up in the air, as if silently asking the skies, “Why me?”
         “Want to watch a movie? Got any popcorn?”
         “Don’t you have to go home? Why are you even here if I’m being such a… a…”
         I grin wickedly, “Bitch? Is that the word you’re looking for?” she folds her arms over her chest and rolls her eyes. “ Are you finished sulking?”
         She sighs, “Yeah.” Finally.
     
         I begin to search through her collections of DVD’s. She has Braveheart. We have to watch this, I don’t care what she says.
         “That’s my favorite,” she smiles sweetly at me as I place the DVD into the ancient DVD player.
         I really, really like this girl.
     
         We sit in silence, sipping on glasses of Cola and eating popcorn when a sudden thought comes to mind, a thought I shouldn’t probably say out loud. “Where’s your bed?”
         “What…. Why?” she stammers and chokes a little on her drink. “I thought…”
         I cut her off, “I’m just interested in where it is. That’s all. You don’t have to get it out.”
         She relaxes a fraction, “It’s in that built in wardrobe there.” I look at the wide doors in the wall. “I pull it out and put it back when I wake because it takes up so much space.”
         I can imagine, this place is tiny. If the bed was down you’d have to climb over it to get to the bathroom, the back of the TV would be right at the foot of the bed. So you could go round it too I guess.
     
       We fall into another lapse of silence, the only sounds heard are our regular breathing and the TV.  I shift in my seat so my thigh is pressing against hers, the pinky finger of my left hand, which is resting on my leg, brushes against the bare skin of her thigh. It was unintentional but I’m liking the contact.
         “What are you doing?” she whispers as if in an actual movie theatre.
         I look at her and smile slightly. Her lips part as she catches my eyes, she has beautiful fucking eyes. My eyes scan her face, her pink, plump lips. The temptation to move in is irresistible. So I do.