Sunday, September 12, 2010
little bombs ... big bombs
"I can't believe I did this?" She'd met him accidently in the grocery store. Nora had sent her to the store to pick up a few things when she got back to make sandwiches and while she was there...there was this guy who looked like freak'n Joseph Gordan Levitts. He just took her breath away. OK, she was dizzy. This was just funny, she thought. Meeting someone in the produce isle. He was feeling mangos. She couldn't help but smile. Megan asked him how he liked his mangos and it went from there.
It wasn't that bad. She kept telling herself as she found her way home from campus. They talked about a lot of stuff. Stuff she wasn't sure why they were talking about. Well, it was important. He'd taken her all over the campus to different places. They weren't alone. OK, they stopped at a bar and had a few mohitos, after-wards. But he wasn't trying to get her drunk. He was very cordial. OK, they danced. A few times.
She felt bad about this now. It wasn't a date. It wasn't. It was just being carefree and spontaneous. Wasn't it?
She saw Smed then in his khakis, bare footed and no shirt on the front porch. Instantly, all she could see in the moonlight was his baby-fat. It annoyed her, slightly. Suddenly.
"Where have you been?" He glared at her.
"Oh, you know." She winced. Kind of smiled.
"No. I don't know." He was pissed. No doubt about it.
"Well, I'm happy to see you too." She smirked, but almost tripped on the steps. He caught her. He helped her in and across the living-room to the guestroom.
Megan looked at the bed for some time, wondering if this might be the end of them. She didn't kiss the guy. They talked. That was it. Talked about what she liked and dis-liked. It was all about her. She liked that.
"Are you drunk?" Smed winced. "You-"
"I'm not drunk." She quickly said before he could even say he smelled alcohol on her. But she almost fell on the bed and missed it. He helped her to bed. Took off her shoes.
"Yes." She sputtered. "No. There were people. A lot of people."
"Anybody in particular?" Smed stared at her.
"uh..guy." Megan finally hiccuped. He didn't say another word, but went to get her toothbrush and gave it to her. He went on his side of the bed, slid out of pants and got in bed, turning away from her.
Megan just stared at him for the longest time. Finally she went to brush her teeth. But as she looked at herself in the mirror and saw how pathetic she really was. Makeup that ran and eye- liner that ran even more once she started to cry. She washed her face the best she could and came back to bed. She undid her dress and pushed into one of Smed's shirts. Finally she crawled into bed and found Smed, still turned away. She wrapped herself around him.
"No." He said quietly. But she kissed him behind the ear as if that alone was enough of an apology. He edged away. "Just stop. Stop." His voice grew more course, but she clung on to find her way to make things not as he meant. She knew the trick. Megan smiled.
"What do you want from me?" His words were full of tears. "Just to do me, so in your head you can think you're with someone else?"
"God!" She watched him get out of bed. "You-you...what are you talking about? If I waited for you to decide to do anything, I'd still be waiting, wouldn't I? Wouldn't I?" She was bitter. He scowled back. Took his pillow and went to the living-room to sleep on the couch.
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