I'll tell you once more

 

Cori heard something. No, it was someone. They were in Cyrus' room. Female, too.

A rush came to Cori as his eyes sprang open. Of course, he didn't have a thing on. Naturally, it was Megan's doing he now thought. But he guessed he was lazy as he raced to pull on his jogging pants and hoodie.

Suddenly, he was getting ready for a train wreck.

"What's going on-" Megan mumbled with a wink as she lifted her head in the shadow of the city lights glowing through their window.

"It's nothing, just go back to sleep." He doubted if she even heard him. They'd gone to bed rather early. And afterward, they'd hit sleep hard as if they'd fallen to the bottom of the ocean. But now he was awake and he had to find out what was going on.

He quickly went down the hall and banged on Cyrus' door as if he might be the cops. He knew he'd have to play the bad cop. He just didn't know how bad he would have to be.

"It's already open," someone called from the kitchen sink.

Cori's heart beat like thunder. He didn't want to see this. But as it was it was only Pixie and she was washing Cyrus' hair. She began to rinse the suds with the sink faucet sprayer. Naturally, they both got wet and laughed.

It was the kind of happiness Cori wasn't sure if was totally real. He suspected Cyrus thought so, but Pixie, oh what an actress.

"Why are you here?" Cori stared her down.

"Just to hang out," she said as she took a towel and dried Cyrus' hair.

"What's the matter?" Cyrus wanted to know.

"Are you OK?" Cori wanted to know and Cyrus nodded. 

"He won the Pub Quiz, you know," Pixie's eyes lit. "I got sick and missed the whole darn thing."

This didn't sit well with Cori. As the pit of his stomach began to be agitated,  he knew he needed to talk to her. Obviously, Pixie had no idea how Cyrus was.

"You..you guys need to finish up." Cori nodded. He hoped Pixie would hurry up and leave.