Truth:Chapter 5

Truth: Chapter 5

“Hold on. I’ll get it!” a feminine voice called out.”Hello Tom, come in.”
“HUN, WHERE IS THE WOODEN SPOON?” called out a deep voice from the kitchen.
“The drawer underneath the bowl and plate cabinet, Colin.”Christina yelled back.”He’s cooking breakfast.” She said as a way of explaining.
“Oh. I thought it was just us today?”
“I thought so, too. Until, I found this amazing dining room set…its from the 40s. It has character, and its…really heavy. So, I asked Colin if he could help. Do you mind?”
I did mind. A lot.
“ No, not at all.” I assured her.
“Kay.” She smiled and motioned for me to follow her into her small kitchen.”Oh, and Colin thought it was a wonderful idea to paint my kitchen yellow.”
Colin grunted from the stove. “By bringing the idea myself, she means forced me to.”
“Oh, pish. Are the pancakes done?” she asked dismissively.
“Almost. Tom, I made extra eggs and bacon, I knew you were coming.”
“Thanks, man. Any coffee?”
“I’ll get it. Tom made it. He gave me Coffee Blues old coffee grinder, so now I can get the GOOD coffee, instead of Folgers. Ah, true friends.”
“So,Colin, seeing anybody?”
There was an awkward silence. My bad.
Christina grabbed my ear and pushed me out the door.
“Tom Dugrey!” she punched my stomach, which I admit feels good; her fists are so small, its like a massage.
“Shit, Chris. What did I do?”
“He’s in-between relationships…his heart is broken, and he most especially doesn’t need someone like you to be gloating.”
“Gloating? Someone like me?” Now, I was curious.
“Someone like you, who has girls, and the occasional man, throw themselves at you. But, whatever, go into the kitchen and apologize.” I glowered at her.”Do it.”
“ Fine.” I was really resisting the urge to stomp my foot.
*I learned, after 3 hours of “rearranging furniture and painting” that Christina was right. She IS anal retentive. Everything has to be a certain way. No, it shouldn’t be in that position. Are you sure its supposed to look like that? Check again? Can you double check, please?
She didn’t use a sweet voice, like virtually all women do when they tell you what to do.
She tried to make us laugh by using dictator accents.
“Chu needz tu fiz dis, now! …erm swine!” she laughed, and it was contagious so we laughed with her.
By the end of the day, I was glad Christina asked Colin to help- it was hard enough as it is.
“ Oh, I’m absolutely exhausted” Christina sighed.
“You didn’t do shit!” Colin said.
“ It’s the point of the matter. And,ew, you guys reek. Colin, shower first. You’ re first on the list of cat shit.”she laughed again.
“Ha, Ha, Chris. very funny.”
10 minutes later, he walked out in just a towel.
“Where did I put my clothes, hun?” Colin asked.
“Your drawer.” Christina replied, never taking her eyes off the infomercial(this will come up in later chapter)
“Why does he stay here?” I asked
“Ever since he and Ryan broke up, yes he’s gay, shame too- girls suffered a great loss- oh, right. Ryan kicked him out, so he moved back in with his parents. But, he hates it there, so sometimes he crashes on the couch.” She then looked at me. “Elizabeth Taylor or Audrey Hepburn?”
Colin walked out of Christina bedroom “Easy, Elizabeth Taylor. She’s an icon.”
“You’re just saying that because you’re gay.” To my surprise Colin laughed. “ Audrey was in ‘My fair lady.’
From then on,it was all about black and white movies, the actors, and their scandals- needless to say,I felt left out.
“Christina, I’ m going to go. See you, next week, okay?”
“Sure.” She kissed me chastely on the cheek.
Fuck,my stomach shouldn’t have dropped that low.

*
Greg called me to meet him at this frat party. I was bored, so I decided to go.
Why did I ever enjoy this?
“Dude, “ Greg slurred “It’s about time you are away from Christina. She’s great- and I would switch places with you any day. That’s why I” he burped “that’s why I chased her, she’s like magic, you know? Not like these other girls, like magic? Wa-watch out for Dexter, he’s coming back.”
He then passed out.

Dexter, I thought. What the fuck?