Page 121 of The Other Guy

“Like I care. Eat up.”

“Okay, so remember when you were like “make a decision already!” and I was fighting you?” I nod and she points to me. “That. That’s the reason. It was never that I wasn’t allowed to decide. But it was like, okay, if he wants to do something different, is it going to turn into a massive fight? Because that’s how it was with my parents. So I just became… compliant.”

My eyebrows furl and the fried food settles in my stomach like lead. “I hate that.”

“I know. I do, too. Aren’t you glad you got Sierra 2.0?” The happiness that radiates from her somehow makes the sick feeling I was just having go away.

I chuckle and eat some nachos because… cold and soggy nachos are nasty and I don’t want them to go to waste. She does the same as she continues to explain.

“Anyway, so those feelings bubbled back to the surface when I thought about him but I looked at you and I just… I knew I could handle seeing him again. If he wants to try to take Toby, he won’t succeed.”

By the time she finishes speaking, I’m about a second away from jumping out of my chair and kissing the shit out of her. “If we weren’t in the middle of your uncle’s bar I’d throw you down on the table and fuck you so hard right now.”

She laughs so hard she bends over, slapping the table. “Not that I’d be opposed to that, but why?”

“Because you basically just told me that I make you stronger. For me? That’s literally everything.”

The smile from her face drops but not in a frown. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.”

“Wow. Are we M.F.E.O. or what?”

I am sure my face is taking care of expressing my confusion, but I still ask, “What the fuck is M.F.E.O.?”

Her eyes widen and she almost falls out of her chair trying to stand up so quickly. Just then April returns with the onion rings. “What’s wrong?”

Sierra points to me. “This guy doesn’t know Sleepless in Seattle!”

“The movie?” I ask and April and Sierra look like twin guppies with their mouths dropping open at the same time.

“Yes, the movie, you nimwit! What else would I be talking about?”

“I don’t know! What’s M.F.E.O.?”

April gasps. “Made For Each Other! How do you not remember that? It was only one of the most adorable parts of the entire movie!”

“Y’all are outta your minds.”

“At least we know movie pop culture,” Sierra sasses with her hands on her hips.

“Does a movie made in the 80s really qualify as pop culture?”

“90s, thank you very much. And YES! Yes, it does.”

“Shame on you,” April teases and I groan.

How did this conversation turn this way? Minutes ago I was about to confront Toolbag, pissed that he’s here in my town, in my girl’s, his ex-girl, uncle’s bar then I realize that I give my girl courage and strength and wanted to take her to the bathroom and have bar sex with her. Now I’m watching Sierra and April recap scenes from a movie I haven’t seen in so long I can barely remember who was in it.

“Can we get back to the point here?”

“What’s that?” Sierra asks, sitting back down.

“You think we’re made for each other?”

She rolls her eyes adorably. “Duh. Of course I do.”

Well, if that doesn’t just make me want to stand on the table and shout over to Toolbag that I won.

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