"It's sweet."
"What do your parents do?"
"Um, they are in the entertainment business."
Dallas butts in, "Like are they porn stars or something? Cuz that'd be cool."
"Not that kind of entertainment. Like just normal movies and stuff. You'll see when you meet them. Maybe you will recognize them or something."
James says, "And please, for all our sakes, if you don't recognize them, pretend that you do."
He sets our shots down. I start to down mine, and Riley says, "Not so fast, Kiki. Here's to the three best friends anyone could have. I love you guys."
And yeah, he even sang the three best friends part like they do on that hangover movie. It was funny and sweet.
I drink the shot and start crying again.
My phone keeps vibrating. I have like eighteen missed calls from Dawson.
"Riley, please tell your brother to stop calling me. It's stressing me out."
He gets on the phone, calls him, says, "Just thought I'd let you know me and Dallas are headed to Vancouver with Keatyn. Also she wanted me to ask you to please quit calling her because she's not going to answer."
"Um, yeah, very. What the hell did you expect?"
"Yeah, well you know how I feel about her. And that makes you an asshole in my book."
"Yep."
Then I interrupt Riley and say, "Wait! I do want to talk to him."
Riley hands me his phone and I say, "Why do you keep calling me?"
He replies, "Keatie, I screwed up, I don't know why I even considered it."
"Bullshit. You did more than consider it. My advice to you is spend the weekend with her. See how it goes. This is what you wanted. You got it. You won. Now, enjoy it."
"Will you stop saying that. Yes, it's what I wanted, what I thought I wanted, but when you walked out that door, I felt like part of me died."
"Good. I'm actually glad to hear that. If you and Peyton aren't back together on Sunday night, maybe we'll talk. But I doubt it. Bye."
Then I get online and do something I usually don't care about. I change my Facebook status from in a relationship to single.
Then I put as my status, Vancouver with my two favorite boys :) then I tagged Riley and Dallas in the status.
Dallas sees it. "Hey, you tagged me. Sweet. I'm gonna change mine too. Read it."
"Dallas McMahon is fly like a G6, no wait, I'm flying in a G6 wiff my bffs. Cute."
He tagged me and Riley.
Riley's hold me out his phone, so I can see his.
Riley Johnson: My brother's an asshole. Team Kiki all the way!
Dallas laughs, "Ohmigawd, I have to like that status."
My phone buzzed with a facebook notification. "Oh wow."
"What?" both Riley and Dallas say.
"Aiden just liked my status. The single status."
"Well of course he would," Riley says. "He likes you."
"He's dumb."
"He also liked my team Kiki status."
Riley's phone keeps buzzing and buzzing.
"Damn, baby, a lot of people are team Kiki. We all love you."
"Thanks Riles," then I grab a blanket, lay my head on Riley's lap and try to sleep.
I'm thinking I seriously picked the wrong brother. Except that I really did fall for Dawson. Like I feel so dumb on top of it. I knew this would happen. I knew Dawson would get happy, and she would decide she wanted him back. I kept telling myself that, but he kept telling me it would never happen. And I started believing it. And falling for him and loving the sex and all that. He was so perfect. Sweet, hot, adorable. Too bad he doesn't really love me. Too bad I actually love him.
I guess I did doze off because Riley wakes me up about ten minutes later, "Baby, I gotta pee."
"Oh, sorry."
"Besides," Dallas says, "how can you sleep. WE ARE IN A FREAKING G6. I'm living a rap video."
"Except where is the Cristal and all the hot girls and my crew?"
I smile. "Well, you're crew is kinda small, but no one really likes you, so that's no surprise."
"What's that song, if they could see me now?"
"We do have Dom."
"Pop it."
Dallas says to Riley when he comes out of the bathroom. "Get your video camera out. We'll make a video."
I say, "Hang on."
I grab my bag, run in the bathroom, touch up my makeup, actually I do more than touch it up. I make myself look like a rap star video girl. Heavy eye makeup. Red lips. I tease my hair out with my hands, flip my head upside down, hairspray it, and try and get it to look big and slutty. Then I put on a bikini top, teeny daisy duke shorts, my highest platforms. I pull my thong up so you can see it just above the shorts. Mom always says, looking good is the best revenge. I'm about to get some revenge.
I walk out, Riley whistles, "Damn, baby."
"Wait!" I run into the bedroom. Tommy keeps clothes in there. I grab a hat, two ties, a jacket, and a pocket square. I make Riley take off his shirt, throw a tie around his neck, half tie it. Then I slip a jacket on him, add a pocket square. Grab Billy's aviators, make him put those on.
Perfect.
Next I grab Dallas, spike up his hair way up with some gel, put a tie over his polo shirt, take his pants off, so he's just in his boxers. Put some Ray bans on him.
"Oh yeah," Dallas croons.
Billy is big, but he is also black, and likes to rap. He's actually pretty damn good at it. James is shorter, lethal looking. Ex military.
"Okay, we're gonna make a video. James, you start videoing and this is for fun, so don't like freak out okay?"
"You mean I"m gonna be famous?" Billy says. "I'm in." (The video is much the same, except for the addition of the body guards. Which actually would have made it fun too.) "Hell yeah," the boys respond.
I start by shaking the bottle of Dom. James videos the bottle, then does a shot of the bottle popping. Dallas holds the bottle as champagne shoots suggestively into my mouth. Dallas swigs from the bottle, and I start dancing up against him. Also make out with him. Then we video tape Billy rapping. Then we video me sitting in the cockpit on Riley's lap. We even put the pilots hat on him. Then I walk up, straddle him, and playfully put the pilots hat on me. He's pretending to fly the plane, while I'm pretending to uh, fly him. I'm straddling him. Lap dancing, sorta. Then we do a few shots of James, in his black suit, reflective glasses, earpiece in his ear, like he's secret service. He's got his arms folded across his chest, but is lip syncing to the rap music we are playing in the background. Then some video of Riley, me and Dallas, dancing, bumping, grinding all together. Drinking champagne, being naughty. Looking like we're ready to have a wild threesome. I pull on Riley's tie, pulling him toward me. Kiss Dallas again. Then kiss Riley on the cheek.
Riley adds some pan shots of the inside of the plane, makes me dance by myself, me with the bottle, me in sunglasses. I tape the boys, separately, rapping to the song. Lip syncing the words. We played the same rap song like multiple times in order to get all the shots. Then Riley pulled out his mac, and they started editing all of it into a video. About the time we are starting our decent into Vancouver, it's complete.
Naughty, fun, complete.
We watch it one more time. Laugh hysterically and then Riley posts it to You Tube with a link on his Facebook page. "Dawes is gonna come unglued," he says with a naughty smile.
"He probably won't even see it. He's probably all caught up in Peyton's strawberry hair."
"What?"
"Oh, that's one of the things he told me and Dallas that he loved about her, like the night we first really got to be friends."
"You know, Peyton is gorgeous, but she's so like, straight laced isn't the word, but like she doesn't let loose. She seems cold, untouchable. You are just as pretty, but your chill, cool, it makes you way sexier, baby," Riley tells me.
"Why do you call me baby? No one else calls me baby, well actually Tommy does. But usually that's something you would call your girlfriend."
"I don't know. It just fits you. You're like a baby that needs watching. I gotta protect you, keep you outta trouble." He kisses me on the cheek.
I'm tempted to kiss him back.
"Ha!" Billy laughs, "Good luck with that one."
Dallas is watching the video of me, "I just figured out who you remind me of!"
"Really, who?"
"That movie star, Abby Johnston. Your hair is different, but something about your face, you look like her kinda. Has anyone ever told you that?"
"Yeah, a couple times."
James laughs.
We land, taxi, unload our stuff into a Town car. James says, "Hey, just talked to Tommy. He says they are shooting late tonight. Some night scene stunt. He thought maybe you would like to bring the boys there?"
"Like an actual movie set?" Riley asks.
"Yeah," I say.
"That sounds cool," Dallas says.
"Tell him we'll be there."
We're in the car when Riley's phone starts buzzing like crazy. People are seeing the video and commenting.
Dallas messes with his phone. "Holy shit, we have 67 views already!"
"Uh oh," Riley groans.
"What?"
"My brother is not a happy camper. Look what he just texted me."
I look.
Dawes: WHAT THE FUCK?
"Reply. You have to reply. I want to know what he's gonna say."
Riley: What?
Dawes: Saw your video. You're dead.
Riley: No, you're dumb. You should be here with Kiki, not kissing Peyton's bony ass.
Dawes: Are you showing our texts to Keatie?
Riley: No.
Dawes: Look, I know I screwed up. I just got kinda full of myself cuz I wanted her back for so long. Then finally she's begging me, saying baby please, saying Keatie is too young, all that shit. And I just felt like I needed to try.
Riley: Then get off Facebook and go try. Figure it out. Hang out with Peyton. You've finally got what you want. Enjoy bro. I know I am :) Dawes: You kissed her. I hate you.
Riley: Only cuz I'm right and only on the cheek.
Dawes: FML Riley: Nope, this is what you wanted, remember?
Dawes: You really think I should hang out with Peyton? See?
Riley turns to me and Dallas, "What should I say?"
"I have no idea. Part of me wants him to hang with her and realize he wants me, the other part of me is afraid if he hangs with her he won't want me. Then there's the question of if I even want him anymore."