That is rough and not what I expected. So many questions. Since when are Jenny and Luca a thing? I thought he was into Stacy. Why wouldn't Stacy come back if she's not marrying Luca? Also—"
"Ken, no more questions. The suit. I need the suit," I interrupted him, acutely aware of our very small window of time as I took the jacket off for him.
"Okay, no more questions. Actually one more after I tell you to stop fucking touching me. Why are we in the same stall?" Kenny asked, slapping my hands away from his body.
"Some of us are trying to take a dump. Get a room upstairs," the guy in the stall next door said.
"There's literally a fire alarm going off, you dipshit. Get the fuck out," Kenny screamed back, banging on the wall.
"Okay, that's fair. No more touching. And all the other stalls are full. We lived together for years. I've seen it all, Ken. Get over yourself," I said, pulling my shirt over my head. "I guess we're trading clothes? Let's just hurry, okay?"
"Two FBI agents are never going to buy that I'm you. I only work out when you force me to. We have completely different body types as is apparent from the way I'm drowning in your suit. You're also noticeably more attractive than me. If we were in Teen Wolf, I would be the Dylan O'Brien to your Tyler Posey," Kenny panicked, and once again it was oddly reassuring and I wanted to smile, but I kept my amusement to myself.
"Don't sell yourself short. Stiles is a vibe. Actually wait, I'm also funnier than you and I'm always the guy with the plan. Your analogy doesn't really work," I said, busting his chops as we traded shirts.
We were way too close for comfort. I just hoped none of our body parts touched each other's junk at any point during this experience.
"You are not helping my anxiety issues right now by kissing your own ass," Kenny ranted, as we took off our pants, struggling not to get in each other's way.
"Neither of them have been looking me in the eye. One of them hates my guts because of the lovely time we had together during the interrogation after the Topaz Hotel raid. The other's really shy," I said, trying to reassure him.
"So you made her shy. Did you do the hypnotic voice and looking into her eyes thing?" Kenny asked, calling me out.
I suppressed a chuckle. No one knew me quite like Kenny. He even knew my moves, if altering your voice and staring at chicks attentively could be classified as moves. At times like this, I was truly grateful for his friendship. No one else would do this shit with me and I knew it.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, trading pants with him. "Just keep your cap on and keep your head down. You will be fine."
"You did, didn't you? You did the thing that makes me lose respect for women who seemed really smart before they met you. I'm sure Stacy would love knowing about that," said Kenny, rolling his eyes.
Even with the urgency of the situation surrounding me, I couldn't stop my mind from drifting to Stacy as I finished getting dressed.
Was she doing okay on her own? I was dying to see her. Would she give me shit if she knew I used my moves on another girl to get back to her? Probably, but if I made her mad, I'd let her punish me anyway she wanted. So long as I could pull her close afterwards and bask in the profound love that was between us. I'd make whatever I found when I got back to her work somehow. I'd fix the world for her.
I don't know what happened to me in that room. Maybe instead of fucking me up more, Jeff gave me a gift. He showed me everything I could never be to her. A liar. A cheat. A stranger. After talking to him and saying my piece, I no longer feared making her miserable. I'd give her a lifetime of official dates. Spend forever making up for my fuck ups.
Her jealous streak was so fucking hot, but every time it showed up, I wanted to be the one to let her know I'd never betray her trust the way I did every other woman's that came before her just by knowing her. I was a complete asshole to so many women, but it was for her and I regretted nothing. She was right. She was home. I knew it in my soul and it brought me peace. Enough to love her freely.
She gave me the precious gift of time. Waited for me to be ready for her. Binding me to her infinitely. Eternally. She'll never have to worry about us becoming my parents. Even when we're old and grey, I just wanted my nights to be spent with her. I wanted to talk to her for hours about nothing and everything. I wanted to make her laugh and fuck her all night. I've never wanted any of those things with anyone but her and I knew I never would. My heart was devoted to hers and that was okay.
"Car keys," I said, coming back to myself now that we were both dressed.
Someone pounded on the bathroom door.
"Time to go. Don't make me drag your ass out of there," came Tanya's voice.
"I don't know about this, Scott. If Stacy didn't want you there, maybe this isn't such a good idea?" Kenny said, hesitant.
"You called it, man. You knew long before I could admit it, even to myself. She's the one. There will only ever be her. Keys Ken," I said, holding out my hand.
"Okay, but since you've been dating for six months, that means that I've been your best friend a whole six months longer than Stacy. So I feel justified in saying if you die for some chick and can't come to my wedding, I am going to be really pissed off," Kenny relented, finally handing me his keys.
"She's not just some chick, Ken," I said and he rolled his eyes, forcing me out of the stall.
"Yes, yes. I get it already," he said, throwing his arms around me as he followed me out of the stall. "Just don't fucking die. I love you Scott. You're my brother, man."
"You have actual brothers. Three of them. But sure. We're brothers, I guess. I love you too buddy," I said, patting his back.
Kenny slipped out of the bathroom door first, taking his place behind the FBI agents without a word.
"About time," said Delilah, seemingly completely disillusioned with me as she grabbed Kenny's arm, like they all tend to be in the end.
Oh well.
With their attention on Kenny, I slipped past them seamlessly, going off in the opposite direction. I turned my back on them as they ushered poor Kenny along, j
oining in the chaotic mess of people trying to leave the hotel.