I wanna be the one

 "You should really call Randy and apologize," Nori mentioned to Jared as they were tidying up the livingroom and bringing down her Christmas decor, which were her mother's hand-me-downs. Jared put the plastic container at the top of the closet, where she always kept them the rest of the year.

"Apologize for what?" He looked hurt that she would say something like that to him.

"You know, I saw what you did at the wedding. You were the one being the man-child," she gave him the eye, wondering if she really wanted to get the wine out this late in the afternoon, but she thought they both needed to relax while they could, because it would be back to work for both of them come Monday.

"What did I do?" He was being bitter, a side of him she didn't know about. It was like she was supposed to be on his side in all things. 

"Oh, come on, you know what you did. You weren't that hurt that Justin didn't ask you to be his best man. Why didn't you say something to him?" She knew Jared didn't like to argue, but he needed to know that she was argumentative. She sauntered past him in lounge tights and croptop (not even a cold front and snow was keeping this girl in a sweater) and got the white wine from the fridge. No way was she going to give him this to drink straight. She watered it down with mostly Fresca. If he hadn't noticed she was a bit of a penny pincher, but she made up for it. Perhaps, in bed. It wasn't that he'd complained and everything was much easier there than here, but they couldn't be in the bedroom all the time. "You shouldn't have taken it out on Randy."

Jared sighed as if she always won. Of course, he knew more about how the house worked than she ever did. And he said it would help the heating bill if she didn't keep the temperature so high. She knew she wasn't right about everything.

"Randy is sweet, and I know you two get along. Much better than you get along with your brother." She went on to get out the leftover cheese ball, cold cuts, and the carrots and celery she always had on hand.

"Fine, I'll call him," he reached for his phone in the back pocket of his jeans.

"Not right now." She handed him the glass of wine. "We should see what Kevin and Mel are up to. I heard they went to Vegas for Christmas."