When Perfect Meets Crazy

I found Olly half an hour after we arrived. She wasn’t replying any of my texts so Ian and I ended up wandering around, half-assedly searching for her until he got embroiled in a game of beer pong. Typical.

He won. Even more typical.

Anyway, we eventually ran into her on the way to the kitchen to get a fresh can of beer.

“You came!” She beamed.

“You called in a sister favor. I had to,” I said flatly.

“He’s so going to owe me for this.”

Her grin was full of mischief.  A part of me almost felt bad for whoever she made a deal with.

“So you did this for someone?” I asked. “I’m glad our sister favors have a price.”

“Plee-ease.” She rolled her eyes, waving my accusation away. “You’d have done the same.”

“I would gotten a better deal,” I objected.

“Oh please,” she called over her shoulder, leading us to the basement. “If things work out, he’s going to owe me at least twenty favors in return. Tough ones.”

“Huh.” Surprise colored my features. “You are shaping up to be quite despicable. Bargaining on me like I’m meat.”

“Thank you.” She beamed with all the innocence of a saint.

In my peripheral vision, I noticed Ian’s head rear back, surprise coating his face. I turned to him, a questioning look on mine.

“I heard an insult,” he said. “That was an insult but she thanked you? Is everyone in your family abnormal?”

Olly shook her head, shooting me a look that translated to: where did you find him?

“What she really meant,” she translated, sporting an amused look, “is that I’m shaping up to be the best business woman the world has ever seen.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s...” He trailed off, shaking his head.

“That’s want I meant,” I informed him. “My way involves lots of insults, remember?”

I threw a wink over my shoulder, then followed Olly down the stairs.

“Madness.”

I heard him give up behind me, then follow us down. I was sporting a smirk and even though I couldn’t see her face, I was sure Olly was sporting one as well.

I flashed Trevor a smile as our trio settled

only familiar face in

making me wonder just how many drinks she’d

hated truth or dare and yet, here she was, nappily asking us to join. She

for you?”

someone to take my place.” Then, she leaned into me and whispered, a light shudder

pierced, and, at the moment, leering at both of us in a way that made my skin crawl. Something

was my turn

making fearless bluffer extraordinaire Olly shudder then as her older sister, I had no choice but to take his attention off her and fix it on someone else.

‘someone else’ was also

forced

with long pretty dreads smiled before taking a swig of

blinked, she was already sitting down, her top back in its rightful position but I hadn’t been expecting it at all. It was like suddenly being thrown into

her but I could tell and I was sure Olly and the other

could only be described as you see why I hate

Mandy’s turn,” The girl on dreadlocks announced, shifting the attention to

the blonde who had smiled guileless, taking a sip of

she managed to

me,” Dreadlocks replied, glancing between her friend and the

that

Jack. Jack, on the other hand, was sporting a thin smile and

was somewhat of a matchmaker with a golden touch. I had matched some of my friends with the guys they liked and for those who proceeded to relationship stage, only one had burned so far and in my defense that had more to do with the fact that the guy was moving away. Flat out leaving

We have... We have... We have... like a dynamic.” Mandy stuttered, nervous laughter bubbling out of her as

wouldn’t want to ruin that,” she continued, disappointment coloring her

I even made the conscious decision to intervene. “And we can all see that’s code for

and Trevor tried -and failed- to hide matching grins. The guy Olly warned me about however flashed me a speculative smirk that made

protested half-heartedly.

or dare. I flashed everyone my bra. You and Jack can make it through one kiss,” Dreadlocks stated

nervous smiles on both their faces. Honestly, I had no idea who they thought they were fooling because it definitely wasn’t the rest of

beamed a beat

a dreamy smile. I stifled the urge

or dare.” She

had just helped her get with her crush and based on her grateful smile that encompassed Dreadlocks and

wouldn’t dare me to

dare you,” she pointed at me, “to kiss your friend.” She pointed at

What. A. Backstabber.

hanging open. I now understood what had her choking because I would