on her arms. I don’t even remember grabbing her, or even walking in her direction. Only a minute ago I was blissfully happy in Em’s bed and the next I’m making her feel like she did something wrong. Idiot!
“Why are you angry at me?” s he yells back, looking shocked.
My eyes focus on hers and I relax my grip slightly jostling the tray in her hands.
“Fuck. Em, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to direct my anger at you.” God, my family makes me crazy! I don’t even want to go to this thing, but Ma wanted to get everyone together before the trip. “Sorry,” I repeat and then grab the tray from her. I take it to the kitchen and place it on the bench. With my back still turned to her I say, “See, I’m no good at this-” I try to explain but she’s angry at me now and cuts me off.
“ This ?” she yells at me and I turn to face her.
“This!” I repeat motioning with my hands back and forth between the two of us. “I-”
“Right. So you’re bailing already? I don’t even know what this is.” She angrily copies my hand gesture.
I’m not used to having to think of someone else’s feelings. I guess this is what having a relationship is all about. No wonder I’ve never done it before. It’s fucking hard. Usually I like to see Em riled, but this is different, I can see the hurt in her eyes and it confounds me.
“Hey, hey, I’m sorry.” I try to soothe her by lowering my voice and wrapping my arms around her. “I’m just- I’m mad at myself. I want to stay here with you, more than anything, and I’m just pissed that I have to leave.”
“So don’t, ” she says bringing her arms around me. “Don’t leave.” She leans her face against my chest, instantly calming me.
Emma
“I’ve never done this before, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you think you did something wrong…” he sighs. I feel his chest rise against my cheek and I squeeze him tighter. “I have this stupid family thing I can’t get out of. I’ve got to go.”
I exhale with relief, a family thing I can deal with; at least it’s not another girl. I’m not sure what is going on with us, but I do know I can’t handle thinking of him being with anybody else. His arms tighten around me and I realise he still isn’t making a move to leave. It makes me smile. I’m happy he is having as hard a time as I am in letting go. His stomach growls and it makes me laugh.
“At least eat your toast before you go.” I pull back a little and look up at him. He glances behind him at the tray of untouched food and then turns back to me.
“I don’t like Vegemite.” He smiles and relaxes his arms , gently rubbing my back. I stare at him wide-eyed.
“Well that’s just un-Australian!” I laugh , burying my head back in his chest.
“I know, right?” He chuckles. His hand moves up to the back of my head, and I feel him relax, the mood of the room successfully lifted. His fingers wind through my hair and his chin comes to a rest on top of my head. We stand like that for a moment, just holding each other.
“I’ve really got to go, ” he says again, interrupting my contentment.
“Okay.” I reluctantly let my arms drop. He takes a step back but still doesn’t leave.
“Do y ou-” he stammers hesitantly, “do you want to come with me?” He seems shocked that he has just spoken those words, and well, so am I.
“Uh…” To a family function?
“It will probably be boring, just some family coming over for lunch.”
“At your place?”
“Yeah.” That brightens my mood, I would love to see where he lives. “Ma’s cooking.” I can tell by the look on his face that his mouth is practically watering, I know how much loves her cooking.
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose.”
“No not at all, there’s always way too much to eat. It wouldn’t be any bother.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, we’re wogs remember,
“Why are you angry at me?” s he yells back, looking shocked.
My eyes focus on hers and I relax my grip slightly jostling the tray in her hands.
“Fuck. Em, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to direct my anger at you.” God, my family makes me crazy! I don’t even want to go to this thing, but Ma wanted to get everyone together before the trip. “Sorry,” I repeat and then grab the tray from her. I take it to the kitchen and place it on the bench. With my back still turned to her I say, “See, I’m no good at this-” I try to explain but she’s angry at me now and cuts me off.
“ This ?” she yells at me and I turn to face her.
“This!” I repeat motioning with my hands back and forth between the two of us. “I-”
“Right. So you’re bailing already? I don’t even know what this is.” She angrily copies my hand gesture.
I’m not used to having to think of someone else’s feelings. I guess this is what having a relationship is all about. No wonder I’ve never done it before. It’s fucking hard. Usually I like to see Em riled, but this is different, I can see the hurt in her eyes and it confounds me.
“Hey, hey, I’m sorry.” I try to soothe her by lowering my voice and wrapping my arms around her. “I’m just- I’m mad at myself. I want to stay here with you, more than anything, and I’m just pissed that I have to leave.”
“So don’t, ” she says bringing her arms around me. “Don’t leave.” She leans her face against my chest, instantly calming me.
Emma
“I’ve never done this before, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you think you did something wrong…” he sighs. I feel his chest rise against my cheek and I squeeze him tighter. “I have this stupid family thing I can’t get out of. I’ve got to go.”
I exhale with relief, a family thing I can deal with; at least it’s not another girl. I’m not sure what is going on with us, but I do know I can’t handle thinking of him being with anybody else. His arms tighten around me and I realise he still isn’t making a move to leave. It makes me smile. I’m happy he is having as hard a time as I am in letting go. His stomach growls and it makes me laugh.
“At least eat your toast before you go.” I pull back a little and look up at him. He glances behind him at the tray of untouched food and then turns back to me.
“I don’t like Vegemite.” He smiles and relaxes his arms , gently rubbing my back. I stare at him wide-eyed.
“Well that’s just un-Australian!” I laugh , burying my head back in his chest.
“I know, right?” He chuckles. His hand moves up to the back of my head, and I feel him relax, the mood of the room successfully lifted. His fingers wind through my hair and his chin comes to a rest on top of my head. We stand like that for a moment, just holding each other.
“I’ve really got to go, ” he says again, interrupting my contentment.
“Okay.” I reluctantly let my arms drop. He takes a step back but still doesn’t leave.
“Do y ou-” he stammers hesitantly, “do you want to come with me?” He seems shocked that he has just spoken those words, and well, so am I.
“Uh…” To a family function?
“It will probably be boring, just some family coming over for lunch.”
“At your place?”
“Yeah.” That brightens my mood, I would love to see where he lives. “Ma’s cooking.” I can tell by the look on his face that his mouth is practically watering, I know how much loves her cooking.
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose.”
“No not at all, there’s always way too much to eat. It wouldn’t be any bother.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, we’re wogs remember,
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