Chapter 7

Dana’s POV:

            “Al?” I called, pushing past the door. I took two steps and tripped over a pile of junk. Actually, there was junk all over the place. I pulled myself up off the ground and tried to kick a pathway clear. “Alice?” Still no answer. Was she lost under all this stuff? What was it doing here anyway? When did we possibly have the time to accumulate all this stuff? “Al, you’re not going to pop out in one of those costumes again, are you? You know that scares the shit out of me…even though it’s kind of hot.” I kept moving through the apartment, sidestepping bags of clothes so I didn’t fall and break my neck. “Ohhh…” I said, finally seeing her. She had headphones on and was singing along. I smiled, just standing there watching her. She did a little dance backward and bumped into me. She screamed and ripped the headphones off, glaring at me as I laughed.

            “Oh my fucking God, Dana!” She ran her fingers through her hair, breathing heavily. “Jesus Christ you scared the shit out of me.”

            “Wow, I didn’t know I had that kind of effect on you.” I joked, trying not to laugh. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

            “I was cleaning… I was just cleaning.” I smirked.

            “You were singing.” She looked at the ground and crossed her arms.

            “Was not…” I grabbed her around the waist and leaned into her.

            “No, it…it sounded good.”

            “Don’t joke, Dana.” I rolled my eyes.

            “I’m not! You really sound good!” She looked up at me.

            “Really?” I nodded insistently, kissing her.

            “Mmhm. I’ve always thought girls who sing are hot.” She grinned, and I kissed her again, a bit longer.

            “Really? I used to play guitar in high school.” Wow…

            “See? That right there? That just made you 10 times sexier.” I pushed her onto the couch, landing on top of her. She laughed, running her hands up my shirt.

            “Yeah, you know, playing guitar, it makes your fingers move faster.” I smirked, grabbing her legs and pulling her under me more.

            “Why, Miss Piezecki, what are you suggesting?” She bit her lip and looked at me, then began to pull my shirt off, when suddenly the door opened. We both jerked away and fell off the couch with a yelp. “Why does our having sex always result in me falling off the couch?” I muttered, pulling her back to her feet.