Love for the Librarian

“Two?” Then I see him. Kevin is sitting on the front steps waiting for us. I groan as I collect my bag and hoodie. Why the hell is he still here?

When we exit the library, Dylan puts his arm around my shoulders in a possessive manor, one that is not lost on my Aunt. She chuckles and locks up the library. “I will see you tomorrow Riley.”

Aunt Polly goes in the opposite direction of her house. I am assuming it is to give me some privacy, after all her house is right next to mine. I turn towards my house with Dylan on my shoulders and Kevin right next to me. It is quiet for a moment then I have to break the silence.

“Why are you here Kevin? You don’t like me, it has been clear for years. Why do you feel the need to pick on me even more now.” I am exasperated. I have no other option with this guy but to put things point blank.

“I am not picking on you. I am simply getting to know you. Maybe I have been wrong for years. I mean if Dylan can see a diamond in the rough then why can’t I.” Of course he is just going to shrug it off.

“Because you made it clear that you don’t like me. I am some blemish to you. Quite frankly I am confused as to why you are hanging around. People don’t change that much in a day.” I glare at him. His story just isn’t adding up.

“Maybe I figured if Dylan saw something then it was worth checking out. Besides, I do need your help with studying. You can’t deny that.” He smiled at me like it was supposed to be charming. It made me cringe.

“I will help you study, but after finals let’s just go back to the way things were ok.”

Dylan decides to answer for him. “Don’t worry after finals Kevin will make himself scarce. Then I will have you all to myself.” He pulls me closer to him. It seems a little forced but I shrug it off. Maybe I am just being paranoid.

“So this is going to be a tense week.”

“Finals are always tense.” Dylan shrugs like he has no clue what I am talking about. I decide to play dumb too.

“I never have a tense time during finals. I have managed to make it this far. Plus like I said Finals are just a formality for me at this point. I am already accepted to my college of choice. I just have to not fail them. My grades are good enough that it won’t matter if I got a C on them.”

Kevin laughs. “Like that would happen. You are far too smart for that.”

“An actual compliment. I am surprised by you.” I really am. What the hell happened to Kevin? Is he a pod person?

“Like I said, maybe things have changed.” Kevin shrugs and smiles. I swear he is up to something.

Dylan looks at me. “So what makes you like Jerry better?”

It takes me a minute to remember what he was talking about. Then I remember the conversation over the music. “A woman loves a man who can make her laugh. Jerry certainly fits into that category. Plus the guy was hot. I mean he may be old, but he is still kind of hot.”

“Boy I really am screwed if you think Jerry is hot.”

“He has that suave thing going on. Maybe it’s the mafia thing. I was sad when he died.” I can’t believe I am telling this to Dylan. I mean this is personal stuff here.

Kevin laughs, “you have the hots for an old dead guy.”

“Old dead guys knew how to treat a woman. Unlike guys today who think that women are just some play thing. Hell if Rock Hudson wasn’t gay he would have been right up there too.” I scoff at him. “And most of the time he was still a jerk, he just knew how to make it better.”Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Who is Rock Hudson?” Kevin looked confused.

“Google it. Heart throb. I think far better than Elvis myself.”

“Now Elvis I know.” Kevin laughs like this is knowledge that gets him in the club.

Dylan scoffed. “Everyone knows Elvis, that isn’t a culture test.”

“You know Priscilla was fifteen when they got married.” I can’t help but throw out some old time trivia.

“Really, way to go Elvis.” Kevin fist pumps the King.

“Yeah, but Jerry Lee Lewis married a fifteen year old too and got total shit for it. They both got married within the same year of each other.”

“Well that sounds stupid.” Dylan adds.

“I think it was more because they were related.” I shrug.

“They were related.” Kevin looks disgusted.

“Yeah they were second cousins. They took kissing cousins to the extreme.” I make my eyes go wide in a little bit of an off tone.

Dylan pulled me close. “I am so glad you are not my cousin.” He kissed my forehead.

“So are you just into old dead dudes?” Kevin smirks at me.

“Oh, there are more modern men as well. Some of which are dead too. Like Kevin Smith, he was super hot, had that bad boy thing going on.” I wave my hands as I talk, what can I say I am an animated talker.

Kevin chimed in. “Sorry to break it to you but Kevin Smith is still alive. Plus I didn’t know you had a thing for chunky guys.”

“Not that Kevin Smith, God if it doesn’t involve weed you have no clue. Kevin Smith died in the nineties in an accident on set. I was really sad to hear about that.”

“You weren’t even born yet.” Dylan pointed out.

“Yeah, but when I found out I was sad.” I pointed out.

“Ok, who else is still alive and we might know.” Dylan asked.

It takes me a moment to think about it. I am not one to keep up on modern culture. “Um, Cole Sprouse. Or Dylan I guess too.”

“Those twins.” Kevin asked.

“Yeah, I like their smiles.”

“I guess I couldn’t do so bad then. After all, I got a good smile.” Dylan pointed out. Then flashed me a smile just to make the point.

“That you do. So now it is your guy’s turn. Who are you attracted to?”

Kevin smiled, “I would say Kisten Stewart.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, her hotness is subtle.”

“Ok, Dylan?”

“You,”

“I don’t count.”

“I should have answered that.” Kevin grumbled. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him.

“Ok, Jennifer Garner. When she was Electra, it was hot.”

I laugh. “Of course a woman running around in leather would be hot.” We had reached my gate and Dylan pulled me to his chest.

“She still has nothing on you.” Then he kisses me. I feel the passion from him, but also a bit of the heated glare from Kevin.

I pull back, because this is just awkward. “So I will see you guys tomorrow.”

“I will pick you up.” Dylan states, like I already agreed to it.

“Actually I told Katelyn to pick me up. She wants some girl time. She says you are taking up all her time.” I laugh. It isn’t true but I hope it sounds like it is. I need to talk to my best friend. I can’t do that with this guy standing over me.

“Alright then I will meet you at school.” Like he didn’t even seem phased at all.

Kevin rolls his eyes. “You sound like a clingy ass. You see her when you see her. Let’s go dude.” He pulls Dylan’s arm so that they are walking away.