Jeremy: You mean telling you to calm the fuck down doesn’t actually make you calm the fuck down?
AJ: Imagine that.
Jeremy: Why are you talking to me and not the lilting leprechaun?
AJ: I’m telling her you called her that. She’s in the restroom.
Jeremy: You calm?
AJ: …er than earlier at any rate.
Jeremy: Screw Britt.
AJ: Always so helpful and encouraging.
Jeremy: Just trying to help you get laid by the woman youactuallywant to bed.
“Is that the other woman?” Lisa asked when she returned to the table. She winced, realizing what she’d said and the panic on AJ’s face. “Sorry, you were grinning. It was a bad joke. A really bad joke. I’m sorry!”
“As a matter of fact,” he replied, attempting to brush off the momentary awkwardness. “It’s the nagging boy-toy.” Rushing to add, “Jeremy” when he noticed her confusion.
“Ah. I can’t just have you all to myself, can I? He’s so possessive and I really don’t want to share you!”
Ouch. Why does it feel like everything she’s saying is a direct attack?
‘Cause you’re PARANOID and full of anxiety and think the world is against you.
That’ll do it, alright.
When they’d finished dinner, they went for a walk.
“Where to?” she asked him.
Shrugging, he answered, “Do we need a destination?”
“No,” she replied. “I just assumed you had a destination in mind.”
“Iamcapable of spontaneity you know,” he smiled at her, nudging her gently with his elbow. “Noteveryoneneeds a destination in mind at all times, Miss Planaholic!”
Should have planned this better. Is it really a good idea to go out in public for a walk? What if someone sees you?
WWJS?
What would Jeremy say?
Screw Britt.
Screw Britt it is.
Ew. Not like that.
“I know that,” she pushed him slightly harder.
“Hey!” he pouted, “that hurt!” He fake-rubbed at the spot she’d pushed.
“Oh, give over!” she admonished. “Suck it up! You’re a hockey player.” She stuck her tongue out at him and they laughed. “We’resomature,” she said to him, giggling.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt this comfortable with someone before.