That Which is Unexpected

by A.L. Bridges

  Chapter 2: G5

  [May 20th]

  I wake up on my left side and notice Cheza sleeping in between my arms that I seem to have wrapped around her at some point during the night.

  “I’m sorry I killed you again, Cole,” Cheza mumbles as a single tear slips from her left eye to the bridge of her small nose. I reach over and brush the tear from her nose as her eyes start to flutter open.

  “Cole! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Cheza cries while grabbing on to me.

  “It’s alright Cheza. I’m fine,” I softly say.

  “GOODMORNING YOU TWO!” Tia shouts while barging into Cheza’s room. “Hurry up and get ready. I’ve got a jet waiting for you at Goodyear Airport, scheduled to leave at 10am. That gives you an hour.”

  “What do you mean you have a jet waiting? For that matter, where are we going?” I ask.

  “Private jet and Honolulu, Hawaii!” Tia exclaims. “I’ve already made arrangements. There is some sort of convention in town so everything was booked except for one, three person suite for five nights. It’s under your name Cole.”

  “I guess I’ll go pack—” I start to say while sitting up.

  “Already did it,” Sara says while poking her head around the door. “Breakfast will be ready in five and then it’s off to the airport. Natasha will meet you guys there.”

  “Why are we taking a private jet?” I ask as Cheza grabs her suitcase and starts packing clothes.

  “Because you are going fully strapped and it makes things easier this way. I had Sara ask Carla to make you a badge and papers for The Agency in case you run into any trouble. Natasha has it with her,” Tia whispers to me.

  I head out to the kitchen to eat bacon and eggs with a large glass of orange juice in an attempt to get my blood back to normal levels. When I’m done, I walk to my room and head towards my bathroom while trying not the look at the complete mess that is still here. Well, at least the naked corpse is gone. I step in the shower and expand my hearing to try to pick up any hints about our trip.

  “With Natasha in the picture now, you may need to be more forceful with Cole, Chezarei,” I hear Tia say from Cheza’s bathroom, over the sound of the shower running. She most likely knows that I’m listening in so I assume that I am supposed to consider this my warning.

  “Tia, I don’t know if I can do that…” Cheza says over the sound of the shower.

  “Do you want to lose him, Chezarei?” Tia asks.

  “I’ll try my best,” Cheza says after a moment.

  This trip might be a little bit dangerous for me if I stick with the ‘not sleeping with my little sister’ plan. I exit the shower to find that my toiletries have already been packed.

  “SARA! CAN YOU BRING ME MY TOILETRY BAG?” I shout.

  A minute later, Cheza walks in my room wearing only a towel, and hands me my bag. She backs out of my room slowly, letting her eyes linger. I realize that Tia has been influencing her again when I see a copy of Tia’s seductive smile on Cheza’s face. I’m starting to wonder if the doors in the suite have locks.

  I quickly get dressed in my standard jeans and a white t-shirt, but I remember my jacket this time. Five minutes later, Cheza (wearing a hot pink camisole, matching flip flops, and white short-shorts) and I are off to the Goodyear airport, which is only about twenty minutes away. I see Natasha near the gate wearing white short-shorts, a yellow t-shirt with matching flip-flops, and a floppy white sunhat.

  “Alright you two, have fun!” Tia says like a mom dropping her kids off at summer camp, but her mischievous smile contorts the image.

  Natasha hands me a badge and papers when Cheza isn’t paying attention and the three of us walk to the private jet: a G5.

  (No more frequent flier bitch miles for my boy!) I hear a famous scientologist say, courtesy of Airi.

  I laugh out loud, comprehending the reference. This causes Cheza and Natasha to look back at me in confusion.

  “Something just popped into my head. Don’t worry about it,” I say with a smile.

  We board the jet and I love what I see. There’s a big comfy couch on the left side and two large reclining chairs on the right. I sit down in the center of the couch and rest my arms on the back as the girls look at the rest of the plane. With my blood levels still being low, I fall asleep in seconds.

  …

  I’m startled awake several hours later by Cheza, plopping down on my left side and scooting close to me. She grabs my left thigh and gives me a ‘Tia’ smile.

  “We are going to watch a movie, care to join?” she asks as a panel on the wall opposite the couch rolls down, revealing a 42” flat screen.

  Natasha grabs a remote from the compartment, sits down next to me, and scoots in while grabbing my right leg, just as Cheza had done and much to Cheza’s ire. She starts flipping through the On-Demand movie list, stops on Some Like It Hot, and hits play. That’s funny. I just spoke with Marilyn yesterday. We watch for about fifteen minutes before Natasha says, “Wait a second… this isn’t a porno!”

  I chuckle, garnering a glare from Cheza that says she is going to destroy me, in addition to her digging her fingers into my thigh. What, so I’m not allowed to laugh now? Would she like me to put my balls in her purse too? The movie finishes as the plane hits the runway.

  The three of us grab our bags and exit the plane. Natasha and I are stopped briefly at security until we flash government badges that explain the guns and the swords and the bullets. We go out front and catch a taxi to our hotel: The Kahala Resort. Pulling up to the resort, my breath catches in my throat. This place is insanely nice. Gotta love that ‘We’re with the Gods’ package!

  While entering the lobby and heading towards the desk, Cheza and I lose Natasha on the way as she goes over to look at brochures near the door.

  “Aloha! Checkin’ in?” the Samoan clerk asks with a Hawaiian accent.

  “Uh, yes we are. It should be under the name Treyfair,” I reply.

  “Yes, here it is. Reservation for Mista’ and Missus Treyfair for five nights. Here is your key. If you need any’tin, just ring the desk. Enjoy!” the clerk says, handing us a single key… Strange.

  I enhance my senses, feeling that something is off as I press the call button for the elevator. I hear the clerk say, in accent-less English, “I really hate using that accent. It just feels a little too… stereotypical.”

  Natasha sees us and joins us on the elevator. We get off at the top floor of the resort and follow the hall until we reach the door on the left.

  “1701 should be right…” My voice trails off when I read the placard on the door: ‘Imperial Suite’

  I put the key in the lock, turn it, and open the door. The entry hallway opens into a living space with a few plush leather chairs and a coffee table. A four-person dining table is in the adjoined room to the left, in addition to the full bar. Behind the bar is the door that leads to the bedroom –the only bedroom— with a California King Size bed… the only bed…

  “This has got to be some sort of mistake…” I think aloud.

  (Mr. and Mrs. Treyfair. A single key. Tia’s mischievous smile)

  This is no sort of mistake!

  “HOW? HOW DID I NOT SEE THIS COMING!?” I shout towards the ceiling. I can almost hear Tia laughing her ass off from 1200 miles away… or something. Geography is not my strong suit. There aren’t even any couches in this room! I walk over to one of the phones.

  “I guess I’ll call down to the… Tia said that this was the last room…” I say, my voice trailing off.

  “And understandably too. This says that this room costs twelve thousand a night! And it also has its own elevator that goes directly down to the beach!” Natasha exclaims while holding a pamphlet that I assume she picked up while Cheza and I were checking in.

  “Well, gods are as about as imperial as you can get,” I say. I look over at Cheza who is dumbstruck with this wide grin on her face. I hear her giggling while whispering, “Mrs. Treyfair”.

  “Hey Cheza?
Are you alright?” I ask.

  Cheza snaps out of it, looks away in embarrassment and then nods. I notice a door behind her at the other end of the suite, next to a bathroom that includes a shower with wall-to-wall jets and a hot tub. I walk over and open the door. It’s a secondary bedroom with a single double bed.

  I can hear Tia laughing her ass off twice as hard now.

  “How about we go get dinner, come back here and try out the hot tub, and then go to sleep. We can leave the visit to that place for tomorrow. By the way, where is it that we have to go?” I ask Cheza.

  “Oh… I don’t know… Jason just said to go to Honolulu and we’d know it when we saw it,” She replies.

  Great, thanks a lot Jason!

  I put the phone on speaker and call the desk for restaurant recommendations.

  “Hello, this is the front desk,” the clerk says.

  “Hi, this is Cole Treyfair in the Imperial Suite. I was wondering, what restaurants are nearby that you would recommend?” I ask.

  “What type of food do you feel like having?” the clerk asks.

  “What do you two feel like having?” I ask at Cheza and Natasha.

  Natasha says “Hawaiian” as Cheza says “Italian”. They start to faceoff with each other.

  “You got to pick the movie so I’m picking dinner!” Cheza says.

  “I ONLY PICKED IT BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS A PORNO!” Natasha shouts.

  “We have a wide variety of pornography in the On-Demand menu,” the clerk says, trying to be helpful.

  “Reeeeeeally?” Natasha says with a sly grin. At the same time, Cheza shouts:

  “WHY WOULD YOU PICK A PORNO!?”

  “BECAUSE I WAS TRYING TO SET THE MOOD!” Natasha shouts back.

  “WHAT MOOD COULD YOU POSSIBLY BE TRYING TO SET IN AN AIRPLANE!?” Cheza screams.

  “THE ‘MILE HIGH CLUB’ KIND OF MOOD!” Natasha yells like Cheza just asked a stupid question.

  “WHA… heh, might actually not be too bad…” Cheza says and then both girls look at me.

  My only hope for salvation is to make one of them angry…

  “We’ll go with Italian. Which place is closest?” I ask the clerk, hoping that it will be within walking distance so we can leave immediately. Any later than that and I’ll fear for my safety.

  “I’ll have the complimentary four course meal sent up, is that alright?” the clerk says.

  “I’m fine with that,” Cheza and Natasha say.

  “Okay, it will be there in about fifteen minutes. Have a good evening!” the clerk says and then it’s nothing but dial tone.

  My plan has backfired in a major way. My only hope is to get them arguing again… sleeping arrangements!

  “Sounds like we have some time. We should figure out our sleeping arrangements and unpack,” I tell them.

  “Obviously I’m sleeping with you Cole!” Cheza says as though it were already pre-established.

  “Well I want to sleep with him too!” Natasha says in a kind of singsong way that implies she is joking. I feel the argument already convening. I’m saved… for now at least.

  Cheza opens her mouth to object, but pauses and says, “Cole, who do you want to sleep with?”

  I am in a predicament here. On one hand, if I choose Cheza, there is a decent chance that she will try to have sex with me after what I said to her when I was handcuffed. On the other hand, if I choose Natasha, there is a decent chance that Cheza will murder me.

  (Agree to sleep with both of them)

  “What!?”

  (Agree and then when the girls are getting prepared for bed, run to the guest bedroom and lock yourself in)

  “That… just might work.”

  “Both of you,” I say with a smirk.

  Both of the girls look shocked. Natasha gets this mischievous smile while Cheza’s face lights up, becomes angry when she realizes that my answer includes Natasha, and then lights up again.

  “Nah, actually I’ll pass,” Natasha suddenly says while looking at me. Her and Cheza’s smiles grow larger as mine falls.

  (Oh. This is unanticipated… Well, good luck!)

  “You’re just going to abandon me like that, Airi!?” I say aloud.

  Natasha raises an eyebrow at me, but Cheza doesn’t seem to notice from her perch on Cloud Nine while she takes her luggage to the bedroom from the hallway.

  “What the hell am I supposed to do!?” I whisper to Natasha.

  “Well you love her, don’t you?” Natasha asks in a whisper.

  “What makes you say that?” I ask.

  “The way you look at her mostly. There was also the whole thing in the dream,” Natasha says.

  “Well, I know that I love her… I’m just not sure if I love her as anything but a sister…” I tell her.

  (There is a joke about The Nile not being just a river in Egypt)

  “Shut it, Airi.”

  “Oh… well, good luck wrestling with those feelings while you are sleeping with her tonight!” Natasha exclaims and takes her bag to the other bedroom.

  I take my bag into the master bedroom and unpack five days’ worth of clothes.

  When I hear the knock on the door, I was expecting food. Instead, there is a chef, his two assistants, and two carts full of supplies. The chef walks in the room and goes over to a shutter-style door across from the bar that I thought was just a closet, but actually contains a full kitchen instead.

  We have soup, pasta, chicken, and gelato. It is by far the best Italian food I’ve ever eaten. We also manage to go through two and a half bottles of white wine that are probably a couple hundred bucks per bottle.

  “Let’s get in the hot tub!” Cheza drunkenly exclaims, but I suppose that would happen if I weighed a hundred pounds… oh and if I hadn’t spent the last five months living at the bottom of a bottle. As such, I was hardly even buzzed.

  “Yeah!” Natasha shouts in agreement. She’s also drunk, though not as much as Cheza.

  “I’m going to pass. I’m tired and my body is still recovering,” I tell them as an excuse.

  “Cooooome on Cooooooole!” Cheza whines. I shake my head in response.

  “Okay… I’ll be in, in a little bit, alright?” Cheza quietly asks.

  “Alright. Goodnight Natasha, and if I’m asleep by the time you return, goodnight Cheza,” I tell her with a smile to let her know that everything is fine.

  I walk into the bedroom, grab my toiletry kit from my bag, and head into the bathroom. I hear the jets come on in the other bathroom and then it occurs to me that they turned on a little too fast for the girls to have gotten undressed and then put on their swimsuits… which Cheza doesn’t have with her because it is in the room.

  ‘Well, they are both girls… drunken girls…’ I think with an unsure shrug while brushing my teeth.

  “Lesbian experimentation is the reason girls go to the bathroom together,” Jason says in a memory that just popped up.

  I walk back into the bedroom and climb into the left side of the bed, closest to the bathroom, and turn off the light. I’m sure it’s fine.

  (You have the capability to join them)

  “I am not going to barge in on two drunken naked girls… I don’t have a problem listening in though,” I say out loud as I expand my senses.

  “Oh my god Chezarei, this feels so good!” Natasha exclaims.

  “I know! This feels great too!” Cheza says. I’m sure it’s not what I am currently thinking it is.

  (Or it is… and you are missing it)

  “Sooo not helping Airi!”

  “Ooooooooooh… that’s nice,” Natasha moans.

  “I wish Cole were here…” Cheza says. Ugh! This is killing me.

  “I know… These jets would probably feel great for a recovering body,” Natasha says. Suddenly, this is killing me a lot less.

  “So, how do you feel about Cole?” Natasha asks.

  “I love him… I just wish he would see me as a woman instead of as his little sister. We aren’t related in
any way because Uncle Eric didn’t adopt him. Really, only in his mind am I his little sister,” Cheza replies.

  Ouch, that stings a little. It makes me sound mentally unstable!

  (Do not worry. You are not mentally unstable)

  “Says the voice in my head.”

  “Well, I know of a few things you could try…” Natasha says and then whispers in Cheza’s ear, whispers being the only thing I can pick up over the sound of the jets. Does Natasha know about my extrasensory hearing? Well it’s time I stopped listening anyway…

  “COLE!!” Cheza screams and I’m out of bed in a flash, grabbing my Sic blade from its sheath by the door.

  I sprint full speed into the other bathroom, with a vague sense that I’m forgetting something… As I round the corner, I see Cheza standing up in the hot tub, pointing at something small on the wall. I say something small because I can’t see it out of my peripheral vision and my total vision is focused on Cheza’s naked breasts.

  I would like to take a moment to review what a dumbass I am. I didn’t consider the fact that I was running into a bathroom with a tile floor that was most likely wet because of the hot tub. I didn’t consider the fact that when running on wet tile, it is difficult to stop at normally, let alone at much faster speeds. I didn’t consider that walls are hard. All of these things were taken into consideration after the back of my head hit the tile floor, causing the blood from my mouth and broken nose to spurt almost comically up into the air before coagulating. Reminder number two: Concrete walls are not your friends!

  “Cole!” Cheza screams as she splashes out of the hot tub.

  “Chezarei, call Sara and ask what we should do!” Natasha shouts at Cheza, whose naked form is the last thing I see before everything goes dark.

  …