Mchottie Date #1

                                    

                                          


                          
"I still think you could spare one," Chase groused as we lounged in my room two days later. I grinned and poked him with a toe. 
                          
"I can't have a reverse harem with only two guys, duh." 
                          
Chase rolled his eyes and poked me back. "Get out of fantasy land, pick one and let me have a pick. One of them's gotta swing my way, right?" 
                          
I knew Chase was joking but his point remained valid. The problem was I didn't feel any difference in my attraction to the Mchotties. I sighed, paused the anime we'd put on and sat up. Chase scrambled to follow, face going serious. I loved that about him. He read me like an open book.
                          
"Talk, girl, now." He crossed his legs and rested his elbows on them. 
                          
"It's just," I glanced around, trying to gather my thoughts. My room probably wasn't much different from any other teenage girl's. Posters on my walls, frilly bedspread, the requisite dresser, nightstand, mirror combo, a couple plush oversized beanbags. Of course it all had my own slant. The posters were all anime, and the rest of the stuff in the room tended toward tie-dye and mildly hippy. My eyes landed back on Chase's patient countenance. "I don't know if I can just pick one." I admitted. 
                          
"Manda, I love you, honey, but not picking is a sure fire way to lose them all." 
                          
"I know!" I cried and threw myself back on the bed. Chase rolled his eyes at my drama. "But I'm attracted to all three of them and it feels exactly the same with them all. What am I going to do?"
                          
"Date them all?" Chase suggested, only half serious. "I don't know Manda. Maybe that's the only thing you can do. But if that's the way you go, be honest with them." 
                          
Silence fell and I started our anime again. Chase might have been only half serious but it might be the the way to go. I'd just be honest with them. That could work, right? 
                          
"I hate you, you know." Chase broke the silence and my thoughts. I rolled to face him, cocking my head in question. "You always get the hot ones." He shot a mock glare at me before we both dissolved into giggles. 
                          
A minute later, my phone went off. Dad and Johnny were downstairs, Chase was right here, so who could be texting me? 
                          
Pretty girls should call me: We're going to movie. Give me your address. I'll be there in an hour.
                          
I giggled. I'd never changed Wes' entry in my phone. He also hadn't asked me. Nope, Wes just told me. I giggled harder as another text came through. 
                          
Pretty girls should call me: Address, pretty girl. We're going on a date. 
                          
"What are you giggling about?" Chase asked as I shot off my address to Wes. 
                          
"I have a date," I giggled again as I tossed my phone at him and headed toward the closet. I expected him to be thrilled for me. He knew how much I liked these boys. So, when I turned around after digging out some clothes, I was shocked to find him frowning at the phone. 
                          
"Hasn't he ever heard of asking?" Chase looked at me, brows furrowed. 
                          
"It's cute," I replied as I slipped into a long, gauzy, flower print dress and strappy heels. 
                          
"He's ordering you around, Manda." Sheets rustled behind as I turned to find a shawl, so it came as no surprise when a hand rested on my shoulder. "That's not cute. That's more like verge of being a dick."  Chase spun me around to face him. He might look slight but his frame held muscle. I appreciated the concern but he didn't understand Wes. 
                          
"You don't know him, Chase. I barely know him." I tried to wave off Chase's concern but he cut me off. 
                          
"That's my point, Amanda! You don't know him! You don't know any of them! What right does this guy have to order you around? And what about what we just talked about? Are you gonna tell this guy you're planning to date his brothers too? How the hell are they gonna react to that? And what if you don't tell them, what happens when they all find out? You're not thinking this through!" Chase's voice reached shrill by the end and I frantically shushed him. I wasn't ready for my dad or Johnny to find out about the guys, not yet.