Erin

You recognize Erin’s voice and chuckle. “You know, you’ve had that movie since you barrowed it last summer and you still can’t get the line right”, you say as continue to look up at the stars.

“Well than teach me Johnwan Kenobi you’re my only hope,” she says as you hear her start to walk over.

“Darling, if that’s the case”, you say effecting a southern drawl as you lean back in your chair to look at her, “you’re pretty much…” When you see her your struck speechless for a second. Erin had always been cute, long blond hair, dark blue eyes, and a creamy complexion that never seemed to tan, but you had always thought of her as a kid sister. The girl standing behind sure didn’t look like a kid. Sometime over the winter Erin had really filled out. Her light blue t-shirt is stretched taut across her chest, which you swear wasn’t that big last summer. From there your gaze wanders down her tone body taking in her curvy hips and long smooth thighs that seem to glow in the moonlight in a pair of tight jean shorts.

Suddenly you realize that you had kept leaning back and find yourself over balanced and falling backwards. “FUCKED!!!” you shout pin wheeling your arms trying to right yourself. Unfortunately you’re unsuccessful and you topple over backwards and hitting your head on the patio bricks. To add insult to injury the chair breaks on impact and the back of it digs into your ribs and your beer spills across your t-shirt

“Shit!!! John”, Erin yells running over to check on you.

Once your vision clears you see Erin’s face hovering upside down over yours as she’s kneeling at your head. Her long blond hair falls on either side of your face creating a curtain that blocks everything else out of view. You watch as her eyes scan your face filled with concern. Her nostrils flair as and her lips tremble slightly and you feel her hand gently touch your cheek. As you watch her lips you feel yourself wondering if they feel as soft as they look.

Before that thought can progress any further Erin turns her head to look for something causing her hair to fall across your face.

“Pfft, Erin your hair smells nice and all but it kind of makes it hard to breath”, you protest trying to blow it off your face.

“Oh god, sorry”, she says turning back to look at you as she brushes it over to one side. As she does the moonlight causes both her hair and fair skin to glow, while Peter Murphy’s “I’ll fall with your knife” begins to play. You look up at her and are struck by her soft elfish features and wonder why you never noticed them before. She asks you a question but you’re so mesmerized by her you miss it.

“Huh?’ you ask distractedly.

“I asked if you’re ok.” She repeats with concern.

“Wow your lips are shiny”, you blurt out before thinking.

“Crap, I think you gave yourself a concussion” she says lowering her face closer to yours trying to see if your eyes are dilated.

“Sorry” you say as you feel yourself start to blush. You had been thinking that but hadn’t meant to say it out loud. “I just knocked myself a little goofy for a second, I’m ok.” You try to get up but hiss as a broken piece of chair digs into your back and the back of your head stings.

“Yeah right” Erin says gently pushing you back down. “That was a pretty graceful dismount there; the Russian judge gave it an 8.9” she teases. “Besides aren’t you always a little goofy?”

“Sure pick on a guy when he’s down” you shoot back. “Can I at least get the dam piece of chair out from under me?”

“All right you big baby, sit up.”

When you go to sit up you wince and hiss at the pain in your back. “Going to feel that in the morning”, you think to yourself. A wave of dizziness strikes and you turn over on your hands and knees and let your head hang down and take a few deep breaths trying to shake it off.

“Hey, are you sure you’re ok?” she asks putting a hand on your cheek again lifting your head to look at her. Once again you’re struck by how her skin glows in the moonlight.

“Yeah, no use crying over spilled beer.” You say sitting up and tugging at your shirt, which is completely soaked.

“You’re just lucky the bottle didn’t break.” She says poking you in the chest. “Eww, are you planning on changing or are you going to try and drink that beer by osmosis?”

“What are you a fashion critic?” You ask as you get to your feet a little unsteadily. You see the look of concern on her face wave it off. “Really I’m fine”. As you head toward the house you start to pull your shirt off and hiss in pain again.

“Yeah you’re just the picture of…Oh my good!!” She exclaims from behind you as you pull your shirt over your head.

“What?” you ask looking over your shoulder.

“Your back” she says coming over and turning you around so you can see your reflection in the sliding glass door.

There is an ugly purple bruise running across your back where you had landed on the back of the chair. “Aw shit” you mutter.

“That’s it I’m taking you to the hospital” Erin says sternly.

“Why?”

“Why?!” she asks incredulously, “because you’ve probably got a concussion and maybe some broken ribs, that’s why!”

”Look, I’ve had enough concussions to know what they feel like and even if I did have one they’d just tell me not to go to sleep or wake up ever two hours, and at worst my ribs are bruised and I doubt that that’s even the case. Besides you know I hate hospitals.” The truth was the last time you had a concussion they had left you unattended in the E.R. for almost an hour and you had started to walk out and nearly made it before the nurse had caught you and dragged you back.

“So what, you’re just going stay here all by yourself and stay up all night? Besides you’re not supposed to be left alone if you have a concussion.” She asks folding her arms across her chest.

“Well, unless you’re planning on dragging my to the hospital by **** or you have a better idea, then yeah.”