Four

I stacked some spare magazines in a neat pile. Perfect, I thought as I blotted out my cigarette.

Matthew was right behind me. He reached for the febreze while I reached into my back pocket for my last cigarette. He hated the smell, but he learned to deal.

I pulled out my lighter and quickly started a flame. I slowly leaned it in close to the cigarette in my mouth, but before I could light it, the doorbell rang. 

"S**t," I whispered. 

I heard Matthew chuckle behind me. "What?" I asked.

He laughed again. "Nothing. Just." He stared me up and down. "You're perfect."

"Aww."

I doorbell rang twice more.

"Well go get the door!" He screamed at me jokingly. 

I listened to him, and reached for the handle.

The door opened to a familiar face.

"Hey Hazel," I started. In her hands lay a casserole. I gazed at it for a moment before either of us spoke again. "You didn't have to cook!"

"I didn't," Hazel announced. 

"Confused much?" I joked.

"He did!" Hazel told me while handing me the dish she had prepared for tonight.

From behind the door a man walked out. He towered over all of us, including Matthew, someone whom I had before thought was extremely tall. His muscles were toned out throughout his entire body. He wore a plain white T-Shirt and baggy jeans. His black hair fell over his eyes. As he let out a simple smile, he wisped his head to the side so he could brush away his bangs. His skin was just a tan mess and perfectly lovely. He was lovely.

"May I come in?" He asked. 

"Um..um...sure," I said almost in a trance.

"Thank you," he said with an even bigger smile on his face.

"Yes..yes...of course," I said still gazing up at his face.

He walked past me to the couch in the living room that sat right infront of a large screened TV with the Chicago Bears game.

"Who is that?" I asked Hazel.

"My boyfriend!" Hazel said with a hint of a grin as she stuffed her hands in her pocket and shrugged her shoulders up.

I was shocked. Hazel had always been the good girl. Never even would date a man at all. She was too good for it. Now she was with him?

"Well, name please!"

"Enrique!" Hazel said proudly. "Isn't it hot?"

I stared at Enrique as he sat down on our couch. "Yes," I whispered to myself. "Very hot."

Matthew walked up to me. "Would you like me to take to casserole to the kitchen?" He whispered, trying not to make a scene.

"Oh no! I'm great. I'll just take it in there right now." I turned to head into the kitchen.

"Wow! Isn't it hot in here?" I turned  my head at the sound. Enrique reached up to grab a hold of his shirt and pulled it gently over his head.

Crash! The casserole had dropped.