Amber sat on the couch feeling somewhat lonesome. She watched TV and munched on some fruit flavored cereal, but wasn’t really paying attention to either. She was waiting.
Bang, bang, thud. “Good morning John,” Amber said, trying to not sound too excited at the first sign of life in the morning.
“If she asks, I’m not here.” John said urgently. Amber looked over her shoulder just in time to see John duck into a nearby storage closet, clothed in nothing but a pair of checkered boxers.
“Uh,” She managed to get out just before she heard more bangs and thuds coming down the stairs. A girl of beautiful proportions, but terrible hair and makeup, appeared.
She fixed her cross eyes on Amber. “Who are you?”
“I’m Amber,” She answered honestly. “I live here.”
“You live here…” The girl huffed and nodded. “If you see that slim ball excuse of a man who goes by the name “Bill” anytime soon, tell him he can keep it.” With that she threw her rather oversized purse over her shoulder and, head held high, exited stage right through the front door.
A moment later, after he made sure it was safe, John emerged from the closet. “Who was that?” Amber asked, amused at John’s endless antics. It kept the house interesting. “And what is it you can keep? And who’s Bill?”
“Don’t worry your little pretty brain about it.” John patted her bed head as he walked by. “Good morning Tiff,” He said distantly.
“Good morning Stud.” Amber heard Tiffany clink delicately down the steps. “It sounds like you had a good night.”
“Always.” John chuckled and headed upstairs, noisy as ever.
“Hmm,” Tiffany spotted Amber still in her pajamas and smiled. Tiffany was a peculiar sort of woman, mature well beyond her years. She took care of everyone in the house without overbearing anyone into submission. “Good morning love,” Amber felt the smile in her voice.
“Good morning Tiff,” She said back. “Do you know…?”
Tiffany sighed. “I try to stay out of that boy’s business. Honestly, it’s more of a bother that anything to concern yourself.”
“Yeah,” Amber said absentmindedly. She’d focused in on the TV now, comforted by the movement of others in the big house. Upstairs, she heard John ram, what she could only assume, his foot into his dresser (again) and cuss loudly.
The news was on. Tiffany, serving herself her usual grapefruit, sat next to Amber on the couch to catch up on the daily grind. A new news reporter, a young boy straight from school, lectured them on the safety hazards of sink plugs.
“He’s decent.” Amber commented first.
“Talent wise or…?” Tiffany asked, coy.
“It’s too early to say talent wise, but look wise…”
“I would eat cheesecake with him.” Tiffany confessed.
Amber gasped. “Really?” She couldn’t help but pry.
“Oh yes, I think so.” She said.
“What are we talking about?” John’s head poked between the two women’s.
“Tiffany said she would eat cheesecake with him!” Amber pointed with her spoon.
“Really?” John asked, surprised.
“Well, don’t all sound the alarm at once.” Tiffany smiled and stood, exiting stage left into the kitchen.
Reaching over, John stole Amber’s half eaten bowl of cereal and drained it, following Tiffany into the kitchen. “Well,” Amber said, more to herself than anyone else. “I guess I should get dressed now.”