Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 120

He put his arm around her back. "You all right?"

"Yeah, fine, it's fine," she said. "What did you want?"

"Nothing, I mean nothing right now. I'm beat, can we talk about it later?"

"Sure," she said. "Have you talked to mom yet?"

"No, I'm not sure I should. What could she do?"

"She always knew how to get us out of trouble when we were little."

"Yeah, she did, didn't she." Evan thought about that for a minute. "She was good at that." His thoughts made him angry. "That's when she was still our nanny."

"She's still on our side," Deana said. "Cindy told me we could trust her...with anything. She understands stuff."

"What else did you and Cindy talk about?" He sensed there was plenty that he needed to know about their conversation.

"I don't know, we were just talking. She's awesome. I can see why you had a crush on her."

Now he knew Deana didn't want him to know what they talked about. "I don't...didn't have a crush on her. What are you-"

"Right." Deana got up and stepped out of reach. "Candy neither." She spun on one foot, then skipped towards the door. "Whatever. See ya."

"You're retarded. Wake me up when it's time to eat."

Evan spread out on his bed. Now his brain was more exhausted than his body. There was so much going on in Deana's head. She was concerned about their father knowing he was in her room, and she wanted to understand his feelings about their mother, but she was clueless about how the shower had affected him. Although, his sister was better at keeping her thoughts to herself. She might understand how complicated their relationship had gotten, but wasn't letting him in on it.

It wasn't Deana who came back to wake him up. "Evan, wake up." He reluctantly opened his eyes, and Candy's mini-me was kneeling next to him.

He rubbed his face and said, "You're home."

Gloria said, "You think so? Wake up."

"Tam."

"I mean all the way," she said. "I need to tell you something."

"The pizza is here?"

"Yeah, it is, but I want to say I'm sorry."

How was it possible that he had practically screwed both of his sisters and they were the ones who wanted to apologize to him? "Why?"

"Jayda told me what happened."

He was suddenly wide awake and sitting up. "She did?"

"I assumed something that wasn't true, and that's why I acted crazy yesterday."

"She told you nothing happened?"

"Yes, and I thought-"

"I know. Don't worry about it, but we need to talk about, um-"

"The pizza is getting cold," Gloria said and got off the bed. "Come on."

His sister was embarrassed about what happened, and he knew she was smart enough to know how wrong it was, so he let it go. Deana would handle it for him.

That night, Deana surprised him and asked, "You want to play cards?"

"Really," he said. "What do you want to play?" He was only wearing sweat pants and a T-shirt, so if she said strip poker, he was screwed.

"Go fish or crazy eight." She laughed.

Deana's laugh and smile were infectious and reminded Evan of the old days when he loved her and wasn't afraid of falling in love with her. 'Okay, I'll get some food and drinks and meet you in the her. 'Okay, I'll get some food and drinks and meet you in the playroom."

For two hours they talked about their childhood, while Deana beat him at every game they played. Evan blamed it on how hard he had worked, but he was enjoying her company too much to care if he lost.

"Hey, I'm sorry dad's so hard on you about the boyfriend thing. The only thing he ever told me was not to bring those race track girls home with me."

"Dick," Deana sald under her breath, then added, "It's okay, I got a girlfriend."

Evan waited for a chuckle or grin. When it didn't come, he said, "Dee, I'm not sure how to ask this, but, um, you and Rebecca...have you done it, I guess, you know?"

Deana was blushing. "I guess we have, sort of, but technically, I'm still a virgin."

"Oh."

"Does that bother you?"

"That you're a virgin?"

"No, dumb ass," she said. "Does it bother you that your sister fools around with a girl?"

Other than being a little jealous, it didn't. "No, not at all, but what about boys, you think-"

"I'm not a lesbian," she said. "If I were, I'd still want my first to be a guy, my true love. You know, the kind where you tattoo their name right here," she pointed to her groin, "after you make love."

Jeez. "Oh." Now, he wished he hadn't started this. "I guess. Hey, you'll handle that thing with Gloria, right?"

"Sure, don't worry about it."

"Thanks. I need to go to bed,' he said.

"One more round."

"No, I have no chance of winning. I can hardly keep my eyes open."