guest.
“No, thank you. I’ll be out in a minute,” I say, flushing the toilet for dramatic effect. Thank goodness I’m in drama class, because I can act my ass out of certain situations, especially when trying to throw the two of these dudes off each other’s scent.
“Who was that?” Rah asks. Damn, he heard Jeremy. Does he have canine hearing or something?
“Oh, just my neighbor from downstairs,” I say, trying to cover my tracks.
“What’s he doing there? I thought you couldn’t do anyone’s hair until you were feeling better.”
“Yeah, I just broke the news to him and he’s a bit irritated, but oh well. So are you bringing baby girl over here or what?” I continue. I hate lying to Rah, but I don’t want to hear his mouth about me and Jeremy this morning. It’s bad enough Jeremy’s getting up my ass about the company I keep. I don’t need Rah grilling me, too.
“Are you sure you don’t mind? I feel bad leaving a toddler with you after all you’ve been through.” Yesterday I couldn’t see and today I’m hung over from dramatic dreams, not to mention my sleepwalking episodes. I get his apprehension but I know I can handle this.
“It’s very sweet of you to be concerned, but I think I can handle little mama without breaking down completely.” Now all I have to do is figure out how to get Jeremy out of here before Rah arrives. His house is only ten minutes away from my mom’s apartment, and getting Jeremy out of the way before then won’t be an easy task.
“Alright, we’ll be there in a few minutes. Thanks, baby,” he says before hanging up. I open the door and step into the hallway leading to the living room to see Jeremy comfortably spread across the couch, ready to chill for a while. I’ve got ten minutes and counting to get him up and out.
“Sorry about that. Jack in the Box always runs right through me,” I say, holding my stomach and feigning discomfort. “I think I’m going to lie back down.”
“Okay. You want me to make you some tea or get you some medicine or something?” Oh God, now Jeremy wants to be sweet again, making me feel even guiltier. But he did just pop up on me, like I don’t have a life of my own. He assumed I didn’t have other plans and it’s true, I didn’t at the time. But I still don’t like drop-ins, and I’m sure he’d feel the same way if I did that to him.
“No, I think I just need to rest. Thank you for breakfast and the lively conversation this morning. It’s been real,” I say, gesturing toward the front door while making myself comfortable on the couch again. Maybe if I feign illness he’ll leave without contesting too much.
“You can’t kick me out. I just got here, and I haven’t seen you in days,” Jeremy says, looking genuinely hurt. He rubs my leg affectionately. I glance at the wall clock and notice a minute has already gone by. Nine and counting. “I know you’re not really mad at me because of what I said, are you?” This would be a perfect opportunity to ease my way out of this conversation and use my emotions as an excuse, but that’s not my stylo. Picking a fight is the best way to get rid of someone, but I’m not going out like that.
“Jeremy, I’m just tired and I need to chill alone. That’s all. I’ll call you later if I’m feeling better and we can continue our argument,” I say, patting his very comfortable hand still present on my thigh. “Besides, it’s not fair if one opponent is off her game. It gives the other an advantage and that’s not a good fight.” We both smile at each other’s stubbornness. Jeremy reluctantly rises from his cozy seat, picking me up in a bear hug with him, making me momentarily forget that I’m waiting for Rah and that I haven’t showered yet.
“I don’t want to fight with you. I’ve got nothing but love for you, Jayd. I hope you know that.” I know he thinks that, but I’m not so sure if I’d call Jeremy’s feelings for me love.
“Yeah, whatever.”
“No, thank you. I’ll be out in a minute,” I say, flushing the toilet for dramatic effect. Thank goodness I’m in drama class, because I can act my ass out of certain situations, especially when trying to throw the two of these dudes off each other’s scent.
“Who was that?” Rah asks. Damn, he heard Jeremy. Does he have canine hearing or something?
“Oh, just my neighbor from downstairs,” I say, trying to cover my tracks.
“What’s he doing there? I thought you couldn’t do anyone’s hair until you were feeling better.”
“Yeah, I just broke the news to him and he’s a bit irritated, but oh well. So are you bringing baby girl over here or what?” I continue. I hate lying to Rah, but I don’t want to hear his mouth about me and Jeremy this morning. It’s bad enough Jeremy’s getting up my ass about the company I keep. I don’t need Rah grilling me, too.
“Are you sure you don’t mind? I feel bad leaving a toddler with you after all you’ve been through.” Yesterday I couldn’t see and today I’m hung over from dramatic dreams, not to mention my sleepwalking episodes. I get his apprehension but I know I can handle this.
“It’s very sweet of you to be concerned, but I think I can handle little mama without breaking down completely.” Now all I have to do is figure out how to get Jeremy out of here before Rah arrives. His house is only ten minutes away from my mom’s apartment, and getting Jeremy out of the way before then won’t be an easy task.
“Alright, we’ll be there in a few minutes. Thanks, baby,” he says before hanging up. I open the door and step into the hallway leading to the living room to see Jeremy comfortably spread across the couch, ready to chill for a while. I’ve got ten minutes and counting to get him up and out.
“Sorry about that. Jack in the Box always runs right through me,” I say, holding my stomach and feigning discomfort. “I think I’m going to lie back down.”
“Okay. You want me to make you some tea or get you some medicine or something?” Oh God, now Jeremy wants to be sweet again, making me feel even guiltier. But he did just pop up on me, like I don’t have a life of my own. He assumed I didn’t have other plans and it’s true, I didn’t at the time. But I still don’t like drop-ins, and I’m sure he’d feel the same way if I did that to him.
“No, I think I just need to rest. Thank you for breakfast and the lively conversation this morning. It’s been real,” I say, gesturing toward the front door while making myself comfortable on the couch again. Maybe if I feign illness he’ll leave without contesting too much.
“You can’t kick me out. I just got here, and I haven’t seen you in days,” Jeremy says, looking genuinely hurt. He rubs my leg affectionately. I glance at the wall clock and notice a minute has already gone by. Nine and counting. “I know you’re not really mad at me because of what I said, are you?” This would be a perfect opportunity to ease my way out of this conversation and use my emotions as an excuse, but that’s not my stylo. Picking a fight is the best way to get rid of someone, but I’m not going out like that.
“Jeremy, I’m just tired and I need to chill alone. That’s all. I’ll call you later if I’m feeling better and we can continue our argument,” I say, patting his very comfortable hand still present on my thigh. “Besides, it’s not fair if one opponent is off her game. It gives the other an advantage and that’s not a good fight.” We both smile at each other’s stubbornness. Jeremy reluctantly rises from his cozy seat, picking me up in a bear hug with him, making me momentarily forget that I’m waiting for Rah and that I haven’t showered yet.
“I don’t want to fight with you. I’ve got nothing but love for you, Jayd. I hope you know that.” I know he thinks that, but I’m not so sure if I’d call Jeremy’s feelings for me love.
“Yeah, whatever.”
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