You, every time.

Word count: 2704

Friday the 24th of February

Maeve was sitting in the passenger seat of Adam's car, having kicked Johnny into the back so she could ride shot-gun. She had complained of a fake car sickness, so the boy was now sulking in the back whilst her and Adam conversed smugly.
"Thank you so much for the lift puss face!" Maeve grinned teasingly, "we are ever so grateful, aren't we pissface?" She asked Johnny in the back seat.
"Can it, Puketits," he growled, looking out the window grumpily.
"Hey!" Maeve cried, "you haven't called me that since we were 14!"
"And you felt left out cuz you didn't have a gross nickname. You weren't very grateful for the one we gave you," Adam reminded her, to which she rolled her eyes.
"Yes that was because you gave to me after the neighbours cat puked all over my first bra!" She groaned. Maeve had been a late developer in the breast department compared to the rest of the girls in her class, much to the teasing enjoyment of Adam and Johnny.
The older brother in question swung the car around and into the Goodman's drive way. Maeve had been feeling rotten for the majority of the week with a cold. She hadn't been into work once. But that morning she had woken up with a far clearer nose and much less of a headache, so she had pulled herself into the bakery for a few hours. Her boss Justin had gone easier on her, she had mostly just worked the tills or counted stock - no heavy lifting. Since she was feeling more jovial, Johnny had dragged her to his parent's anniversary dinner. As usual, Maeve had fretted about what to wear, but as she stepped out onto the driveway and smoothed out the sky blue bell-sleeved top and darker denim jeans, she felt happy with her choice.
Maeve watched on as Adam grabbed the hose from the floor. Johnny had walked ahead so he signalled to the girl to be quiet by putting a finger against his lips.
"Uh pissface?" Adam got his brother's attention, creeping up behind him with the hose.
"No!" Johnny cried with a high pitched squeal. In defence, he held up the bunch of flower meant for his parents, to which Maeve snorted
"Baby," his brother grinned in triumph putting down the hose pipe.
"So much for those lovely flowers, at the first sign of danger you were using them as a defensive shield," she commented to her friend with a grin.
"Rather them than me," Johnny replied, wiggling his key in the lock to let them into the house. Once him and Maeve were inside, he stuck his head around the door to taunt his older brother.
"Bye!" He grinned, pushing the door shut.
"Johnny!" Adam cried out, slamming his hands against the door as the two fought a battle of strength (or more accurately, a battle of who had slightly less rather than a lot less bicep muscle). He eventually fought his way inside, slamming the door behind him.
"You're such a cock hole," Johnny grimaced.
"You would know," Adam lightly slapped his hand onto his younger brother's upper arm. The boy hissed in pain. Maeve knew he wouldn't be able to hide it from his family, she thought it was ludicrous to even try, but he insisted.
"What's the matter you idiot?" His brother asked. Maeve gave her flat-mate a pointed look, which he pretended not to notice.
"Nothing," Johnny replied, but he raised his fist to punch the boy's arm again, "don't!" Johnny flinched away.
Adam gave him a skeptical look and shook his head, before walking through the house to look for his parents.
"You have to tell him!" Maeve exclaimed quietly, pulling Johnny to the side of the hall way.
"Not a word, you understand?" He commanded her. She went to speak but Johnny placed a finger over the middle of her lips. Maeve's eyes widened in surprise, "Not. A. Word."
Maeve stuck out her tongue and licked up his finger, expecting Johnny to be disgusted by the action. Instead, he grinned triumphantly, and stuck the finger into his mouth.
"Ewww!" Maeve grimaced but the boy just smirked at her before following his brother in the search for their parents.
"Happy anniversary?" Johnny called out. Maeve followed, suppressing the butterflies that flittered their wings in her stomach after her friend's seductive actions.
"Where are they?" Adam asked.
"Double suicide?" Johnny offered.
"Fingers crossed," his brother added. Maeve gasped and hit them both around the back of their heads.
"You boys are horrible," she groaned. They rubbed the back of their skulls in unison.
"At least we are consistent," Johnny threw her a cheeky wink. The hushed conversation was interrupted by a giggle that rang out from the upstairs of the Goodman house. In unison, all three friends turned to look up the stairs with trepidation.
"Mum?" Johnny yelled questioningly. The boy then shot Maeve a quizzical look, as if she would know what was happening. The girl shook her head in dismay, but pointed up the stairs, as if to say: get going then boys.
Once they had ascended the stairs, the noise grew louder, and the source became clear. It was coming from the bedroom at the end of the corridor - Martin and Jackie's room.
"What is going on?" Adam asked, concern etched on his face.
"I think I know..." Maeve whispered under her breath.
"What do you mean?" Johnny asked from her right. That was when the bedroom door opened, and Martin's rear-end reversed into the corridor clad in neon green boxers.
"Oh I think you're about the find out." Was Maeve's last ominous comment. All eyes turned to Martin's swaying hips. The girl felt bile rise in her throat, as Johnny dragged her reluctantly towards their oblivious father.
"Hurry up lover boy!" Jackie could be heard calling from the bedroom. Closing the door Martin turned on them, jumping with a groan.
"Guh! What are you two bleeding idiots doing here?" He cried, but the quickly added, "not you Maeve,"
"Thanks Martin." She mumbled in return, unable to take her eyes off of Martin no matter how much she wanted to.
"Uh, it's Friday night?" Adam answered his dad's previous question.
"You feed us?" His brother added.
"I told you to come later, remember?" The man grumbled.
"No," Johnny replied in a childish tone.
Jackie's voice called out from in the bedroom, even through the door Maeve could here the irritation in her tone.
"Who is it?" The woman called out.
"Ugh! The bloody boys are here, and Maeve too!" Martin called back.
"But I thought they were coming at 8:00?" She replied as the door opened. Maeve found embarrassment rooting deeper in her stomach as Jackie joined them in a corridor, sporting a white slip covered in pink flowers, "why didn't you tell them? Hi boys, hello Maeve love,"
As Jackie spoke, Maeve found herself turning slightly, it felt almost rude to look at the woman like this. Johnny next to her was frozen in horror and Adam had suddenly found his shoes very fascinating.
"Uh, hi mum," Adam spoke quietly.
"Happy anniversary." Johnny added awkwardly.
"Yeah, uh H-happy anniversary." Maeve whispered.
"Thanks! Aww lovely flowers!" She complemented, barely noticing the trios awkwardness, "you were meant to tell them to come later!" Jackie groaned to her husband.
"What?" Was the only reply he could come up with.
"Ugh, hurry up!" And then she smiled wickedly and giggled again, skipping her way back into the bedroom. Once she had disappeared, Adam was the first to speak to his father:
"It's a good look," he referred to Martin's green boxers. Maeve suddenly found something interesting looking on the ceiling so she didn't have to look at them for any longer.
"What's going on?" The younger brother asked.
"Are you blind Johnny?" Maeve commented with a scoff.
"Yes, yes, Maeve is right, your mother and I were just... having a bit of time to ourselves." Somehow the censoring of that sentence was worse to Maeve than the alternative.
"Okay..." Johnny spoke warily.
"We were just making love," Martin continued. It was in that moment that Maeve realised the alternative was in fact worse than the censored version. 
"Oh god!" The boy next to her groaned. He grabbed onto her arm for support, almost like he was going to keel over in disgust.
"Right!" Adam took control of the horrible situation, "we are going to sit in the car for twenty minutes, then come back in again and pretend this never happened,"
"Good idea," Johnny agreed.
"Yes! Good idea," Martin chivied the three of them down the corridor.
"Have a nice time Martin," Maeve squeaked quietly, causing Martin to shoot the girl a small cheeky smile and the boys to stare at her in disgust.
"Actually, better make it half an hour!" Martin grinned maliciously.