. (lostrequiem) wrote in solsticerp, @ 2010-12-13 16:10:00 |
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Current mood: | aggravated |
Entry tags: | june 27 2009, taryn, torin |
Saturday: Liar, Liar
Who: Taryn and Torin
When: Afternoon
Where: Home, by the pool
After a morning of shopping with some friends, Taryn hurried home, eager to see if her brother was back yet, and to find out just what he'd been up to Thursday night that deemed him incapable of actually coming home. Taryn had been too busy Friday to find him and talk to him properly, so today was the first time since he texted her that she had nothing else planned for awhile - which meant it was definitely time to nag her brother. She was pleased to see his car in the driveway, and after dumping her things off in her bedroom, Taryn made her way through the house in search of Torin. For a moment, she thought maybe he was hiding from her, but after a quick glance outside, she spotted Torin by the pool, lounging in the sun with his sunglasses on.
Smiling, Taryn stepped outside and made her way over to where her brother was relaxing. "Okay," she began, "spill. Where were you Thursday night?"
Torin had been content to stick close to home after he'd returned from Sam's late Friday afternoon. He felt as if he'd been gone for ages; in all honesty, he didn't generally spend that many nights away from his family. He'd thought maybe he'd dodged a bullet with his sister, because she'd been doing her usual social butterfly thing and hadn't sought him out, but he should have known better. He'd decided that the way to go with the endless questions he was getting from people was to be cool and mysterious. He'd spread the idea around via text and Facebook that maybe he had a friend who lived the next town over... north or south, he wouldn't say which. This friend was probably older and as to their definitive status, whether actual friend, crush, romance? Well, that was his business, wasn't it? He was Torin Spencer. He didn't have to explain himself.
Except, evidently, to his incredibly nosy sister.
He sighed and rubbed his fingers over his bare stomach, which was lightly stippled with sweat, then arched his face up toward the sun again. "At a friend's," he said, his tone both sleepy and languid. "There's nothing to spill." Sadly, that seemed to be true, at least at this point.
"You're such a liar," Taryn said as she sat down on the lounger beside him. Why was he always dodging her questions? He had to know it made her want to know even more. It drove her nuts when he wasn't willing to tell her everything she wanted to know. "Who's the friend?"
Torin's eyes were covered by the sunglasses he wore, but the line of his jaw took on a vaguely stubborn cast. "I'm not a liar," he said, his tone mildly peeved. He felt too lazy to get really hot about her accusation, at least. "I stayed at a friend's, slept off most of my hangover there, we watched a movie, I came home. Does that sound all that interesting to you?" He realized that the more information he kept from Taryn, the more she wanted, but what was he supposed to do? He couldn't tell her with whom he'd spent the night. Maybe that was wouldn't, but still, the same principle applied. "The friend is someone you don't know, Tar," he sighed. "Why do you have to imagine intrigue where none exists? I don't know all your friends." Nor did he want to, but that was beside the point.
"It sounds better than what I did," Taryn said before pausing a beat and smiling. "I'm lying. It sounds totally boring. Well, at least for a Thursday night." Her Friday had been amazing. She didn't really care that she might be aggravating Torin, because she always enjoyed doing so. They constantly poked and purposely annoyed, and that was just fine with her, for the most part. "I don't care if I don't know them. What I care about is why you won't even give me a name. You're being secretive and you know I don't like secrets. Besides, we live in Darkwater, Tor, I've gotta make intrigue where I can."
"Every moment can't be over the top excitement, Tar," Torin told her with his lofty, wiser-older-brother tone. "Even in the summer." Spending that much time with Sam had been more... intriguing, if he had to define it. He still couldn't quite get a handle on the guy, and that had been occupying a lot of his thoughts in the past day or so. He sighed as if he could barely be bothered with replying to Taryn's comments, mainly because he knew that would irritate her. "His name is Nick," he said. "Happy now?" Torin had no clue how, but he was aware that Sam's middle name was Nicholas, and he'd used a similar name on his YouTube videos. Nix, he thought, but that was too distinctive and something she might recognize. Although he'd be surprised if she'd ever even watched any of Sam's stuff.
"You have no ambition," Taryn sniffed. If you wanted it bad enough, then every moment could be exciting. She hated how indifferent he was being about the whole thing. If it really wasn't all that great, he'd be giving her details instead of purposely being secretive! Lifting a brow at the name, Taryn began to wrack through her brain of all the people named Nick that she knew. "I guess. Nick what? Does this guy have a last name or is he too mysterious for that?"
Torin just smiled when she accused him of having no ambition. What did he need with ambition at this point in his life? He was rich, he was gorgeous, he was a Spencer, one of the most superior of a superior race. When he wanted excitement, he could find it. "Of course he has a last name," he sighed, "but I'm not telling it to you, because you're irritating me. The last thing I need is you bothering my friends." He was being an ass, and he knew it, but he didn't care. The name Sam Boesch would never be revealed to his sister if he could help it. It wasn't as if there was anything to tell, anyway. What would be the point of having her berate him for slumming? And that was definitely how she'd view it.
Taryn had no idea if his eyes were open or closed behind those stupid sunglasses, but she glared at him anyway. If she were strong enough, she'd pick his scrawny ass up and throw him in the pool. "I never said I'd bother your friends. Do I ever?" No. Did she try to hang out with the Delaneys? No. So his little comment certainly had her temper burning. "And I covered for you, if you've already forgotten, so I'm not sure why it's such a big deal to give me a name of this mystery friend of yours. Unless you just feel like being an asshole, then just say so and stop pissing me off."
"Well, how do I know you won't?" Torin said. "You can't stop asking me questions about him." He sounded supremely bored, although in all honesty, her curiosity and her irritation were beginning to make him feel anxious. He was fairly good at hiding that, though, and having sunglasses on definitely helped. He really didn't know what he thought she'd do if she knew, except make fun of him and think he was pathetic. Neither of those circumstances was anything he wanted. He crossed his ankles, thinking that all he needed was an alcoholic drink for this poolside experience to be complete. "I'm not telling you any more, and if that makes me an asshole, I guess I am." Better that she be mad at him than continue to pester him until he let something slip.
Taryn's glower intensified. Since he was being a jerk, she wasn't even going to bother telling him about her Friday Noah-experience. If he wanted to keep secrets, she could too. "Asking you questions is different than bothering him. And the fact that I'm merely asking his name and you don't want to tell me? Tells me that you're hiding him for a reason. Either you don't want me to know about him because he's a loser or ugly, or you just like pissing me off, and I'm not a fan of either of those options. And don't ask me to cover for you again either." Standing up abruptly, because she was angry and temperamental, Taryn reached down to snatch his sunglasses off his face before she turned and hurled them into the pool. To say that Taryn sometimes acted irrationally was an understatement, but the one thing she despised was her brothers keeping things from her.
Torin was strongly tempted to get up, grab her and throw her into the pool once she'd pulled his sunglasses off of his face and tossed them in. That, however, would show her just how deeply she'd pissed him off, both by doing that and by what she'd said. So he glared back at her, shoving up out of his lounge chair and making its legs squeal on the concrete. "You are such a bitch sometimes," he remarked, his tone icy cold. Then he fell into the water and swam for his shades, despite the fact that he hadn't really wanted to get into the water this afternoon. Once he'd retrieved them, he swam for the floating lounge chair that was drifting in the middle of the pool and pulled himself into it, then perched the shades on his nose again. He'd wait until she was gone to shudder at the sudden shock of the water and wring out his hair as best he could. At least now she couldn't bug him unless she wanted to jump into the water, as well.
Folding her arms, Taryn smiled smugly once Torin pulled himself up on the floating lounger. She hadn't expected him to actually get into the pool, but it was worth it to see his precious hair dripping wet. "Yes, I know I am. I learned it all from my big brother, and I'm not talking about Trevor." Turning on her heel with enough force to have her dark hair swinging around behind her, Taryn marched toward the door. She'd go inside and put her new purchases away while she fumed. If Torin didn't want to share any details about his friend, then whatever. What did she care? If he was going to be a dick, she could be a bitch and he would have to deal with it.
Torin waited until the back door had closed behind her, then waited at least another additional minute before making a face and tipping his head down to wring out his hair. He carefully finger-combed it, rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses as he did. On one hand, Taryn was going to be a problem as far as his secret non-relationship with Sam went. On the other? What relationship? He might have a thing for the guy, but it was pretty clear to him that Sam wasn't interested. It was entirely possible that the whole thing might become a non-issue, anyway. He grimaced at the feel of his wet trunks sticking to his legs, then settled back and sighed. Despite his sister's rude interruption, he was going to sit in the sun, dammit. Even if he had to do it from the middle of the pool.