Chapter 89

Instead of Clay to be offended or at least surprised at this, the questions that Scott seems to throw so randomly at him, when he answers, he does so with surprising ease, and I find myself going pink from the sight.

It seems the former onslaught of emotions I have been feeling, are all jumbled up in one now, as I see myself interacting freely with three boys. Two who happen to be acquaintances, and one who simply happens to be my brother.

I ask Scott about Oakley, and he says she was doing all right when he last saw her. The faint notion that he is unusually happy today keeps on nagging at the back of my head, and I can't seem to find out why.

Normally if you ever asked Scott about something in a straight forward manner, he would never give you a straight forward answer. It seems his mind is engraved in slippery twists and slopes, and so I am not ready for that sort of mental torture today.

Instead I think of the only other assurable option. Anger him, get him flustered and angry enough, and he would reveal all the secrets of the world to you.

I look mentally for a topic that could anger or fluster my brother, but yet all the other ones seem so inefficient. If I had used something like how his quest to finish from school with a perfect GPA score was going, it would only elicit some laughter and more humor from him, and he would simply ignore me for the rest of the time.

I need to use something fresh, something that has happened recently, something that can still shock his nerves, and get that answer I so dearly crave about why he's happy.

"How was your talk with Oliver?" I ask, and the flash of displeasure in his eyes makes me know that I have struck the right spot. I cannot stop myself from involuntarily smiling and as he catches onto my plans. I do not know exactly what goes between the both of us, but we burst out laughing, and I practically crumpled to the floor holding my stomach.

It's almost like this every once in a while with us, that we have moments of unspoken messages that would seem to get us cracked up, and laughing at something others were totally oblivious to. I regained my composure faster than he does, but yet even when we sit, it seems to be in a flurry of excited giggling. He would keep staring at his milkshake a little, and I would try to avoid his eyes, but the moment our eyes met, it seems we would burst out laughing once more.

I tried to school my face into a serious expression and enquire of him yet again seriously, "How was it?" I ask, the flow of red that works it's way up his skin rocks me knee-deep to my bones. What is happening???. I think the shock shows on my face as I can hear the two guys be beside me chuckle and Scott simply sips his milkshake. He smiles coyly.