I can't believe I'm sitting in her house. At one point, since we'd met, I wanted to strangle her, now I'm sitting in her house, helping her take off her clothes. She walked back out and she was practically naked in her white tank top and shorts. She walked over to a small table and played her messages,
"Hi Brehan, it's mom." She pused a button,
"Message deleted." the machine called out. She listened to the three remaining messages before flopping down on the couch next to me, picking up a remote from the table on her way down. She pointed it and music filled the air, as I watched the lights flash on the stereo,
"So, tell me something about yourself." I looked over at her, what would she want to know? What about my life would interest her?
"What do you want to know?" She shrugged,
"Do you like me?" It took all I had to keep my eyes from bugging out of my head. Here we go again with the truth game. I don't really want to be around her when she's drunk, I know that much.
"I guess, I don't know." She sighed deeply, as if she was frustrated with my vague answer,
"You know if you like someone or not. It's an easy answer Nick. Don't be a pussy." She made that last comment with a little edge and I didn't all too well care for it,
"No, I don't like you." Oh man, I shouldn't have said that. I could have just been the bigger person and took her shit like I always do when people are less than civil with me. I glanced over at her to make sure she was ok. That was something with me, I always thought that if I said something less than nice to someone that they would break like glass, even though I took people words and turned the other cheek. It's just not in me to go out of my way to be nasty and hurtful, of course I have been but not because I gained some sadistic pleasure from it. She nodded her head absentmindedly and I felt like shit,
"I didn't mean that. I shouldn't have said that." She shook her head,
"Maybe you shouldn't have said it but you meant it." She was right about that, I shouldn't have said it and I did mean it. At least when I said it I did, but seeing the affect it had on her I wish I could take it back. Damn, foot in mouth disease strikes again.
"I'm sorry, that was rude. I just don't know you and when we have been around each other most of the times haven't been that good." She nodded,
"You are right. I've been a real bitch to you. I should be the one saying sorry." She sighed,
"I'm sorry." she whispered. I can tell saying that was something she wasn't accustomed to having come out of her mouth and from that point on it was a new start as far as I was concerned. All the past bad experiences were forgotten. If she could apologize, giving her a second chance was the least I could do,
"It's cool. Is it ok if we start over? Fresh start? No more plotting against each other?" She frowned,
"I never plotted against you." I laughed,
"Oh, guess that was just me. Don't drink the water." She looked over in the kitchen,
"I'm kidding." She smiled and rolled her eyes,
"Very funny kid." I smiled, happy that I could make her smile after my comment,
"So, where are you from?" Her smile disappeared,
"Illinois." I nodded,
"Brothers or sisters?" She nodded,
"One, a sister." I nodded, she wasn't giving me much and I was struggling to keep this conversation going,
"Older, younger, how old?" She sighed,
"Younger, ten I think." I smiled and nodded,
"She probably loves my brother." She shook her head and frowned at me,
"Huh?"
"My brother Aaron, he's a singer too. He's got the fourteen and under market pretty well locked up." She nodded,
"Oh, I wouldn't know. So are you guys like the Brady Bunch or something?" I had mentioned that once before,
"Kind of but not really. My sister Leslie sings but not professionally. She tried it for a while and my sister Angel is into the modeling thing, she loves Heidi Klum. She loves clothes and makeup." She nodded,
"Well, if you want her to be sane keep her away from the business." I completely understand where she is coming from, if I ever have kids I can't say that I would be thrilled if they decided they wanted to be a popstar. But then again, I enjoy what I do, how can I deny them that thrill of doing the one thing you love more than anything else in the world?
"Two boys and two girls. Your parents were busy." I laughed,
"One more. BJ, she's just there. We haven't figured out what she does yet but she says she wants to be a manager like my mom." She shook her head,
"Wow, five kids. Your parents are nymphos." I laughed,
"Yeah, but they make some pretty babies. You gotta admit." I laughed but stopped and simply smiled when she turned and looked at me, as if she was studying my face,
"Yeah, they do." Is that the first compliment she has ever given me? I'm not one hundred percent sure but I think it is. I don't know what to say to that so I just remain silent. She stood up and walked into the kitchen,
"Want something to eat? I'm starved." I looked over at the clock, it was two o' clock in the morning, they say you shouldn't eat late but I am damn hungry myself,
"Sure." I stood up and sat down at the counter as she opened a container of fried chicken,
"I eat mine room temperature but I could heat it up for you if you want." I shook my head,
"No, I like it like that too." Sometimes I thought I was the only one. Brian, Kevin and Howie looked at me like I was crazy and the only reason AJ ate his that way was because he was too lazy to heat it up most times. Wow, models eat chicken? I always thought they ate salads, water and uncooked vegetables. She laughed and I snapped out of my coma,
"What?" She shook her head,
"You think like everyone else. That because I'm a model I don't eat." I shook my head and she gave me a stern look,
"Ok, you're right. I'm sorry. It's just that you look so good. I mean, you're so thin. I don't know how you do it. I struggle with my weight all the time. I used to me way overweight. Well, not that bad but I always had a stomach. I'm not one of those people who can just eat what they want." I shook her head,
"I'm not either. No model is like that though. Five pounds make the difference between getting a job and not. I just have to work out." I groaned,
"I hate that." She shrugged,
"That's the price you have to pay to eat what you want." I guess, but I hated it and I don't think I will ever like it. The more I look at her, the more she doesn't seem so drunk,
"You aren't that drunk huh?" She smiled, I could tell her eyes were glazed over though,
"I'm drunk like intoxicated but I'm not 'plastered and won't remember what I'm doing' drunk." She jumped up and leaned over the counter and kissed me on the lips,
"Thanks for hanging out with me tonight. I know I'm an emotional drunk."
Chapter 28
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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