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I couldn't believe that they were going to be separated. The twins had been twinning for a long time, and while everybody thought that it was long enough, the idea of them two not living together was actually quite strange to even think about.
“It would be better if I could find Ashley someone to date as well. I don't think that she is with anyone. I can take her down to the French quarters and see what we find. Maybe getting her out, would help her to forget about what is going on with Ashton.” I thought it was a good suggestion, but the immediate feedback that I got was not good.
“No, you don't want to do that. You don't know what kind of people are there.”
He was right, although I did have an idea of how bad New Orleans was. I had been there several times when I was a teenager, and a couple of times in particular scared the crap out of me. I wasn't worried about it now as an adult. I had traveled to different countries alone. It wasn't like I had to worry about going an hour away from my hometown. It was just another city as far as I was concerned. There were parts of Paris that I'm sure were far worse than New Orleans.
I smiled. “Are you worried about me, Nicholas?” I asked him teasingly. He frowned at me though and said that I should stop playing with fire. What was that supposed to mean?
I walked outside after telling him that it was a good reminder of how he was. He always thought that he knew best and even if he did, I didn't mean that I wanted somebody telling me what to do. I was going to take my sister to the French quarters whether he liked it or not. I said something along those lines, and Nicholas just told me that instead of the two of us going he should come with.
“You want to come with us?”
“Yeah, why not?”
I shrugged. “No reason. You used to hate clubs and you hated a bunch of people all around each other dancing. And if I remember right, I think you hate dancing too. Right?”
Nicholas grinned that I was correct about all those things. I had tried to get him to go dancing with me several times before high school was over, prom, homecoming dance, but he would never relent. Instead, I just didn't go and now, like many times before, I wished that I had. I wished even more though that he had taken me. Would it have been so bad?
The thought of being in his arms was enough to make me tremble. If Nicholas learned to dance, what would that be like? I was hot and bothered just thinking about it. He still had a hold on my body and imagination. He had me wondering, what if?
7
Nicholas
As I got ready to go out, I was still trying to figure out how I got talked into going to the French quarters with Ashley and Lara. Even worse than that, I was pretty sure that I was the one who had insisted that I go. The last thing I wanted to do was be a bodyguard for two beautiful women who were single in such a place. It felt like it was going to go badly. Worse than that, I didn't know how I was going to fight the jealous urges that were likely to come over me. What if she kissed some guy? Would I be okay with that?
Ashton wasn't here to help. He had a date with his woman, and I was pretty sure that he was going to ask her to marry him. That was the only reason I wasn't calling him and asking him for backup. It wouldn't have been so bad if Ashton had come along, but it didn't look like that was going to happen. Instead, I was on my own and when I came back out of my room and saw what Lara was wearing, I basically choked on my own tongue and tried to tell her that she looked good at the same time.
Lara giggled and said that it was just an old dress. I didn't believe her, but I could definitely tell that Ashley's dress was new. She still had a tag on it. I helped her with it, and she smiled, trying to get the kind of looks from me that I sent to her sister. For some reason I had never looked at Ashley that way. She was nice, but maybe she was too nice, too far from my own worldviews. It was Lara that I felt comfortable with, the one that I could be true with. Her sister was a different story, too much like my best friend and out of limits in my head. Lara never had been.
“Are you ready?” I asked them both, but I was looking at Lara for her answer. I didn't know what Ashley was thinking, maybe desperation had her looking my way when she never had before, but I wasn't going to let it get me in trouble with Lara. She was the prize; she was always the prize.
The ride over was filled with the two girls talking. They were catching up since Lara had been gone for so long and then Lara wanted to know what kind of man her sister was looking for. I caught Ashley giving me eyes again from the back seat, and I tried to ignore it. I didn't know what she was thinking but there was no way that I was going down that route with her. I was starting to see that this might have been a mistake. The girls both seemed to be wound up, and I had no idea how that was going to end. I was worried about it if I was honest with myself. What was worse was Lara decided that Ashley should sit in the front with me, even though I would have preferred her in the back seat with her sister. Her attraction to me or attention that she was seeking suddenly made me nervous. I didn’t say anything, of course, she was already sensitive. Lara was right there too, so I really was at a loss of what to do.
When we got to New Orleans, we had to park over by Tulane hospital because there was no free parking in New Orleans. I would have paid for a parking garage if I could have found one. It reminded me how long it had been since I'd been here and how much it changed. While Bogalusa didn't change very much, New Orleans was like a whole different world. I'd always liked the city, found it exciting, but now I didn't know what I was feeling. For some reason, I was just nervous.
“Are you guys sure that you want to go here? I'm sure there is a lot of better places than the quarters. It's mainly tourists that want to get drunk and people that want to get in trouble.” I think the two that I was with was feeling that last part. They just wanted to get into some trouble.
Both sisters told me that I was being a fuddy, and I couldn't say that I liked being called out at all. They just didn't understand what sort of situation they were putting me in. This was my best friend’s sisters and if anything happened, he would never forgive me. Not to mention, I didn't know what was going on with Lara. I had no idea what was between us. Then there was Ashley flirting with me and making me very nervous.
Lara and Ashley both got on either side of me and we went to the loudest bar on the block. I had been here many times in my youth. We would come out here with fake ID's when we were still in high school and take on the show. There was a woman that would stand out of one of the clubs in Playboy Bunny style undergarments and try to get people to come into the dance club. I had gone in there a couple of times, probably learned more about women there than I did anywhere else. It made me think of who was there in the quarters and what kind of entertainment most guys were looking for. I didn't want Ashley and Lara to have to worry about anything. Not just that, I was really worried about how this was all going to turn out. I just had a really bad feeling.
The first club we went to was playing live music, as most of them did, and there was a woman walking around with shot glasses in test tubes. They were watered down and cost way too much for the little bit of alcohol that was in them, but both women just had to have one. I had to get one as well, and I think I turned completely red when they thought I should take this shot from between her tits. Maybe if I wasn't here with the present company that was what I would do, but there was no way I was doing it in front of them. Instead of taking a shot with my mouth out of her breasts, I just asked her for it. I was told that I was being a bad sport. I ignored the look that Lara was giving me. “How did you stop being so fun?”
“It is a complete stranger. That doesn't seem fun, seems like sexual harassment.”
“Would you do it if I put it there?” Lara asked with a teasing lilt to her voice. Naturally, of course I would, she was who I was here for, but I didn’t exactly know how to say that. Not to mention her sister was right there. I wanted to tell her what was going on, but I couldn't do it in front of Ashley too. There was just no way.
In moments it didn't matter because Lara was talking to a guy. The next thing I knew, she was going out on the dance floor and I was left behind with Ashley. Ashley had that same smile on her face which made it so I didn't want to be there. The last thing I needed was to make a scene. She needed to understand that whatever she was thinking wasn't going to happen.
Ashley gave me that desire look and started to move closer, I asked her what she was doing. I wanted to nip this in the bud right now. I wasn’t going to be down for this, and she needed to know it. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.
“You know, I thought that maybe we could…”
I shook my head immediately. That wasn’t going to happen, and she needed to hear that before she embarrassed herself and it got weird. I didn’t want it to get weird. It didn’t have to.
“Ashley, you don’t even really like me, do you?”
