I meet some new people and almost get into a sticky situation

I got a message that some lady named Emma Hatch thinks I'm a pretty good cook and wants to swap recipes with me. She called herself a "fellow cook." I wonder if she has me confused with somebody else? I'm not a cook, not by profession, anyway. I mean, I'm not bad at all, but that's only because I live alone and there's nobody else to cook for me. I learned out of dire necessity.

I'm supposed to go over to her place and have a chat. Who the hell is Emma Hatch and how does she know I'm a good cook? I swear I don't remember meeting her. I do meet kind of a lot of people, though. Am I getting that absent-minded? Cycl0n3's supposed to be the absent-minded one; he told me that's one of his main character traits, the first time we went out.

I spent most of the day fooling around doing an impromptu gig in the park, and poking around in the bookstore buying new sheet music. After, I looked up Emma's address and went over there. Guess who was standing outside the door? Cycl0n3! Turns out he lives there. I had no idea; he always comes to my place. I guess because there are at least 4 other people living in that huge house. No privacy. Now I know how Emma knows about me.

God, he looked good. I hadn't seen him in ages. Sometimes he just doesn't pay very much attention to me. But he's so hot that I always take him back. He was as surprised as I was, but boy was he glad to see me. Very glad. Uh, visibly glad, if you know what I mean. You'd have thought it had been a year, judging by the way we were trying to crawl all over each other. Dear Lord, that man can kiss. One of his roommates was standing there, and she started rolling her eyes and making retching noises. She was also looking at me like she hated me. Bitch. Probably not getting any. Or is she jealous? Does she want him? Back off, lady. He's mine.

After about a million years, we reluctantly let go of each other and went inside. I went upstairs to poke around because there wasn't anybody downstairs. And because I'm nosey about other people's houses. Oh my fucking God. Stiles lives here too? Holy shit! Jeez, he's such a loner, what's he doing living with a bunch of roommates?
There he was, though, in one of the bedrooms, looking all cute and cuddly with those puppy dog eyes, and looking at me like he was lost in the desert and I was a big old pitcher of ice cold water.


I just about shit. Both my lovers live in the same house? I could be in deep shit. Or not. Hmmm. Would they fight over me, or would they be okay with it? Or would they even like it? I have no idea. Cycl0n3's pretty laid back, but I don't know. And Stiles, well, he always struck me as pretty conservative for somebody in the music biz, and he seems kind of old fashioned. I'd hate for him to get his feelings hurt. I may need to be careful here.

I should have know better than to sleep with a guy I work with, but what can I say? He's so sweet and so in love with me, had been ever since I started working at the Wilsonoff Community Theater. And Cycl0n3 was off in la la land somewhere and I was lonely and ... oh well. Shit happens.


Well, after the shock sort of wore off, and after I peeled my lips off of Stiles's (ew, gross imagery there, but hey I'm not the writer), I finally found Emma typing furiously on the computer. She greeted me nicely enough, but as soon as I tried to start up a conversation about cooking, she shut me down, saying something about how late it was. I looked at a clock and it was 3:30 a.m. Oops.

Cycl0n3 came up behind me just then and gave me one of those yummy from-behind hugs, and I asked him if I could sleep over. I thought it would give me more time to talk to Emma, maybe when she was in a better mood. I would have behaved myself. Maybe. But Miss Snob Emma jumped in and kicked my ass out. Not very politely, either. Actually kicked me right out of the house. Said it was too late at night to be paying visits. Huh? I mean, she was awake and so was everybody else, so what the hell? Rude much? I thought maybe one of my dreamboats would override her and invite me to stay, but she was too fast for them. I was out on the porch in about two seconds. I have a feeling she's the mama bear around there.

Went home and dropped into bed. It was pretty late, after all.