Eagle Crest Hallows [2]

Jax

I write their responses down.

"You wouldn't have been nagging," The husband tells her.

I groan inside, wondering why I ever thought I could do this as a career.

Rayah

I shake my head. "I'm just telling my opinion, Alright?" I say, looking down still.

Jax

"Any other opinions you wish to share?" I ask.

Seriously? No dirty secrets? Nothing?

Rayah

I shrug, "I uh..." I think, "I lost my credit card." I say, searching around in my pocket.

Jax

I sigh and decide to try something else.

"Let's play a game," I say, "For the next ten minutes, you have to be completely honest. One of you will share something you haven't told the other, and then the other has to share something else of the same importance or depth."

I jot something else down and look up.

"Your time starts...now. Ladies first."

Rayah

I sigh, thinking. "I uh...Have a crush on Justin Bieber..Kinda." I spat without knowing.

Jax

The husband looks at her, shaking his head.

"I have a crush on George Clooney," He says.

I suppress a laugh, waiting for the wife's reaction.

Rayah

I freeze, "Uh...Okay...." I look down. "When I was six, I sang on Broadway." I say.

Jax

"Really? You wouldn't care to hear the explanation?" He asks, shrugging, "Okay. When i was twelve, my brother pants'd me on live television. Boxers and all."

Rayah

I try not to laugh, shaking my head, but end up laughing anyway. "That's classic Nic." I smile. "I got beat up by a girl that was three years younger then me and wore high heels and all when I was fifteen." I sigh.

Jax

This is quite entertaining, I suppress a laugh.

"When I was fifteen...Hm. Well, I was an alien then, so I wore some pretty strange stuff...Life scarring stuff. I'd rather not say."

Rayah

I nod. "When I was in my late thirteens, I used to have a Taylor Lautner poster in my room and whenever I would get back from school I would make out with it...I still have it actually..." I look down, my face burning red.

Jax

The husband's expression is priceless, a mix of shock and awkwardness. He swallows and looks away.

"Uh...okay," He says, "I used to stand in front of the bathroom mirror and scream the lyrics to 'Break' by Three Days Grace. I've moved onto the 'Bohemian Rhapsody' by Queen. The neighbors requested it."

Rayah

I chuckle, "Ha. That must've been funny." I smile. "When I was fifteen, I dyed my hair black and went goth for the rest of the school year."

Jax

I jot these things down, wanting to remember them later.

"I thought about piercing my tongue before," The husband says, sitting back, "I don't know why, but I almost did too. Then Nic took the piercing thing from the professional and scared the hell out of me."

He shudders.