Truth:Chapter 15

Truth:Chapter 15
Woah. Too much to drink last night. Way, way too much to drink. Where was I again? It was a messy apartment, law books everywhere…wait law books?
I looked at the man next to me on the bed:brown hair, lean body, freckles on the nose…CHAR!
“Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god” I muttered.
“What?” Char looked at me”Shit. Shit. Shit.”
“Did we?”
We both looked under the covers. Naked.
“I was drunk!” we both said simultaneously.
Suddenly, memories of last night came flashing back. It was the end of finals, shots, oh, god…so many shots, saw Tom with another girl, Char comforting me, Char kissing me, Char taking me to his apartment, Char…I can’t believe I had sex with one of my best friends.
“This,” I said “should never be repeated.”
“I agree.” Char told me. “Breakfast. You’re pretty wild.”
I laughed and slapped his hand.
Some thing will never change.

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“Waffles or pancakes?” Tom asked.
“Waffles, definitely. Pancakes remind me of old men in diners.”
It was then that I saw an old man glaring at me.
“Wow, suave, Chris. “
“A standing ovation for my classy observation and delivery is in order!”
Tom used his fork to tap his coffee mug.
“Thank you, thank you. “
“ The word “post-its” or “sticky-notes”?”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“No. That’s a legitimate question. Some people refer it as ‘sticky notes’, like me, some people refer to it as ‘post-its’, like Char; I didn’t notice his scowl when I said his name; Now which one?”
“Sticky notes. Real men don’t refer to anything as inane as “its”
“Hmmn. Don’t agree. What about frat boys “Dude, I did it with her!”
“That’s only in That 70s Show. “
“What about, “Dude, I did that shit.”
“Point taken. Out of all your guy friends, who do you like spending the most time with?”
“Tough.” I had to ponder on this one. “Colin. He’s my best friend. I’m not saying you, Char, or Tony aren’t great- but me and Colin are close close. Like I’m his Fag Hag and he is my Gay. “
“I see.”
Is it my imagination or does he look disappointed?
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“Coffee please. “ I ordered.
“Same here.” Char said tossing the menu to the side.
“And your meals?” the waitress asked, fluttering her eyelashes.
Gag me.
“ The omelets special. Christina, my girlfriend, will have the light.”
I smiled smugly at her, only to get a glare in return.
“Girlfriend? Thanks for ordering for me, sexist.”
“If you mean, sexy dictator, welcome. And she’s ugly, I had to make her stop ogling me with her ugly eyes.”
“Char! You shallow man! I’m sure she has a great- she’s a bitch and ugly. A double curse. “
“Ay, Ay.”
5 minutes later our food was ready and brought out.
“This omelet is amazing!” I exclaimed “Ew, Char, you’re eating like Tom.”
I frowned. I missed Tom. How long has it been since I talked to him? 3? 4 weeks?

Char grabbed my hand “Just give him a call. He’s your love. Besides, if he can take you as you are, anal retentive loon, then he’s the one. I mean, you’re hard to handle. I can handle you because I’m God’s gift to the world- I’m like a-“
I covered his mouth with my hand.
“Do shut up. And I can’t just call him! I basically told him I don’t need him- and did you see him with that other girl last night? She is TALL, and pretty. And here I am short, and mere cute.”
“Like a bunny or some adorable creature.”
I glared.
“Just making a point. Besides, he was staring at you the whole night.”
“I guess. Maybe, I’ll call him…call I put him on speaker phone with you?”
He patted my hand “You, poor, adorable woman. Of course, you can.”
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“How are you today, Christina?” Dr. Maynes asked, popping a nicotine gum in her mouth.
“I’m doing great. I’m finished with my junior year at the university; and see Char, Tony and Colin all the time.”
“What about Tom?”
“Um, we don’t talk much.”
“I see. How are your migraines?”
It feels like a fat man is jumping on my forehead.
“It’s getting better. “
“Great. Have you been going to your anxiety support group?”
Never been.
“Yes, its enlightening.”
“Hmmn, you are bipolar, neurotic, and a compulsive liar. “
“That’s all true.” I told her. I’m used to therapists being upfront when they want to get me to spill.
“How does it make you feel about yourself?”
“Very bad. Very bad indeed. Like a murderer of morals, like a thief of standards, like a-
“Sarcasm is not necessary, Ms. Watson. I am asking why you are not following my suggestions, yet say you are.”
“Honestly, its because I don’t need it. I’m fine figuring shit on my own. I don’t need a support group to feel sorry for me. I have my friends to understand and sympathize. No offence, but you are a paid professional, you have no right demanding me to follow your “suggestions” I do believe this session is over.
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“God, Colin. Dr. Maynes is a real bitch when she doesn’t smoke. “
“What did she do?” Tony asked.
“Tony, get your big show tune mouth out of it.” He looked sad. Ha, always does- tricks me to tell him more”If I wanted to look at puppy eyes, I would adopt a pet. Where is Timmy?”
“He’s with his grandparents for the month.” Tony replied, filing his nails.
“May I ask why?”
“We are going to get married!” Colin squealed.
“Oh my god! Really? Where at?”
“Maine! It’s next June!”
“Colin, Tony this is great! Who is going to be your best man?”
“Um, I was hopefully you would be the best WOMAN.”
I blinked back tears. “Really? Oh, that would be amazing!”
We talked excitedly about the wedding plans in the car, and on our way to Tony and Colin’s
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“I can’t believe we had sex again…” I groaned into my hands.
“And you weren’t even drunk this time!”
“Char, this isn’t funny!”
“What? You think my sex skills are laughable?” he put a tan hand to his chest and sighed “That hurts. Right here, Christina.”
I rolled my eyes.”Don’t tell anyone.”
“But, what about our true love? We can’t hide that from the world!”
I grabbed a pillow and wacked him with it.
“I got to go to work. “
He leaned in for a kiss.
I sighed but gave him a peck.