“That was great!”   Glen shouted wide eyed.  I think we just created a monster.  “Lets do it again!”  He suggested.  I think our chorus of no’s were self explanatory.  This was in fact our 4th song.  Who knew Glen was such a Beach Boys fan.  

“Come one one more.”  Aiden said giving the adults a pout.  I wonder why no one told him that pouts get old when your at the age were you have to shave.  A grown young man with a pocky chin and pout isn’t very cute.  At least not to me.

I can’t say the same for all the others.  They were falling for the green eyes.  

“Lets get out of here.”  Spencer suggested in my ear.  She looked just as frightened as me.  I nodded my head and we slowly slipped away unnoticed.

“Lets be lazy today!”  I said while flopping down onto the large comfy couch.

“I like that idea.”  Spencer said while snuggling into the soft leather.  She let out a large yawn and turned to me with sleepy blue eyes.

The songs were great and technically I kinda started it but everything has a limit. Unless your talking about my Spencer time. That I wouldn’t mind going on, oh forever.  

For the singing though one was fun, two was ok, three was pushing it, and four was lets get the hell outta here.  So thats exactly what we did.  The two of us had retreated to the empty second living room in the back.  This was the room all the kids hung out in when the Carlin’s had gatherings.

I slowly lowered myself till I was lying length wise on the the couch.  It was wide enough for two so I pushed Spencer down with me.  She was on the inside cuddling with the couch back.  I nestled my face into her hair and breathed in her smell.  I don’t know if this makes me weird but I love her smell.  It calms me.  Her scent isn’t something I can describe.  It’s unique, not something you can bottle.  I guess the best way I can put it into words is saying that its sweet, floral almost.  But mellow in a way you can never get enough.