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Post by Caleb Jones on Mar 3, 2013 19:45:03 GMT -5
I laugh as she slaps my shoulder before focusing once more on my burger patties. I smile as Jrew comes up behind me, her hands in my belt loops as she rested her head on my back, between my shoulder blades. I groan and tilt my head back for it to rest on the top of her's. "Now I feel terrible." I whine, huffing before flattening out my most recent burger ball. "I have an idea! How about you make pancakes to use as buns for your burger?" I ask, nodding my head as if it were already settled. I take the small bit of leftover burger meat in my hand and look back at Jrew. "Could you get a plastic baggie and hold it open for me? I ask, waggling my eyebrows at her.
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Post by Jrew Wilsun on Mar 3, 2013 19:52:36 GMT -5
Jrew raised her eyebrows, but waddled to the cabinet and reached up to grab the baggies, but she couldn't reach them. Again she lifted her hand, but her arm wouldn't reach up far enough. I can't reach. She grumbled, giving the bags a glare. Being just under five foot tall wasn't fun when your apartment decided to have high ceilings. Jrew smacked the counter and grinned, pulling a chair up and stepping up on it. She grabbed the box of bags and laughed triumphantly, only stumbling slightly as she got down and walked to Caleb, pulling out a bag and opening it. A pancake burger didn't actually sound so bad, even to a Jrew who put the cravings out of her mind. She shook the bag impatiently at Caleb.
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Post by Caleb Jones on Mar 3, 2013 20:00:42 GMT -5
I cant help but laugh as she moves over to the cabinet the baggies were in, her short arms denying her the ability to reach the box. "Dont hurt yourself!" I scold as she pulls a chair over. I huff as she comes back over and I stuff the leftover meat into the baggie. "Close and put up, please." I say, kissing her forehead as I move over to the sink. I wash my hands quickly before going back over to put the spices on. I shake a mixture of the three into my palm before sprinkling it over two of the three, leaving Jrew's without spices- she'd hated onion powder the other day so I assumed she wouldnt want any tonight, either. I pop the extra spices into my mouth, making a face before closing the spice bottles and putting them back onto the spice turntable.
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Post by Jrew Wilsun on Mar 3, 2013 20:06:39 GMT -5
Jrew pushed all the air out of the bag and sealed it, opening the freezer door and dropping it in. Chill bumps rose on her arms and she quickly shut the door and washed her hands after Caleb even though she didn't directly touch the raw hamburger. She sat down in the bar stool across from him and linked her hands together. It was time to spill to him some news that he probably wouldn't like. Gale lived in the bad part of town and every time she went there, a friend of his always tried to make a move on her. Gale asked me to come over tomorrow, and I haven't seen him in nearly a month.Her voice grew quiet, so as not to make it sound hostile or aggressive, already knowing what his answer would most likely be.
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Post by Caleb Jones on Mar 3, 2013 20:24:11 GMT -5
I squat down to pull out the George Foreman grill before placing it on the counter. I move a roll of paper towels out of the way to plug it in, letting it heat up as I lean against the kitchen island, taking a sip of my ice house. Jrew had made great strides in 'sophisticating' me, though she hadnt been able to break me from my aclohol or my cigarettes- I was probably hooked on both for life. My face falls as she says that Gale asked her to go over tomorrow. Her brother hated me, and I equally hated him. "I dont want you going over there, Jrew. You know how his neighborhood is." I say, shaking my head before turning around as the grill dings to say it's reached the right temperature. I take the three patties and place them on the, closing the top over it with a sizzle.
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Post by Jrew Wilsun on Mar 3, 2013 20:47:31 GMT -5
Jrew sighed and rolled her eyes, dropping her head on her forearms. She didn't really want to start an argument over it, but there was also a favor she needed to ask Gale. Even though she was the one prego, she didn't want to call or contact her parents for anything. But Gale would do it for her. She listened to the sizzle of the grill and decided not to say anything, just eat her dinner and go to sleep. Caleb wouldn't have any idea what she was going to do. Jrew got up and walked to him, hugging Caleb and laying her head on his chest. I know. She didn't say anything else but kissed his lower lip and turned to go get warmer pants on.
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Post by Caleb Jones on Mar 3, 2013 20:59:25 GMT -5
I almost say something else scathing about her brother when I notice how she lays her head on her arms and I think better of it, appeasing myself with a miniscule shake of my head. I tap my fingers along the counter as the burgers cook, it was only supposed to take seven minutes. Jrew walks over and I pull her into my arms, her belly keeping a chaste distance between us. I sigh softly as she agrees that Gale doesnt live in the best neighborhoof, resting her head on my chest before looking up to plant a kiss on my full lower lip. My dark green eyes watch her go and I turn back around when the timer goes off, lifting the top of the grill and grabbing a spatula to place them on plates. I make sure not to mix mine and Jrew's and put pickles, mustard, and ketchup on mine. I'd so her's, too, but I was never sure what she'd like these days.
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Post by Jrew Wilsun on Mar 3, 2013 21:24:36 GMT -5
~Itty bitty time skip to next day~
Jrew had woken up earlier than normal to avoid Caleb. Even if he didn't want her to go to Gale's, she had to. An hour ago she had called Gale and was now pacing the kitchen, waiting for his old blue Chevvy to pull up in front of Caleb's apartment complex. Right when she was about to give up, a horn beeped. Jrew looked down and saw Gale wave and she smiled, dropping her phone on the counter and going as quickly as she could down the steps and into his truck. The ride to his downtown home was short, silent and tense. Gale wasn't happy about leaving his house to pick her up for some reason, though when she stepped through his front door, she knew why. Several high, druken, or just naturally crazy guys were sprawled out on the couch and one looked at Gale with a twinkle in his eyes. She looked away from him hastily and nodded as gale walked back to his room. The male, confident that Jrew wouldn't do anything, stood up and ambled over to Jrew. He put a hand on her face, making cooing noises. She shook his hand away and backed up, but found that the door knob was pressed firmly into her back. As one thing led to another, Jrew was flinging herself from Gale's house, a stinging slap still numbing her face and several cuts along her arm. Her walk/jog/run home was painful and tiring, but when she was finally in her apartment, Jrew really freaked out. She stood at the bar, panting and trying to gather herself.
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Post by Caleb Jones on Mar 3, 2013 21:57:30 GMT -5
I wake up to a cold and empty bed. I sit up, a string of curse words flowing from my mouth- it was a language I was fluent in. Of course, Jrew had left without me. It wasnt as if she could actually take me- no way. I rake a hand through my hair and sit up, slinging my legs over the side of the bed. I stand and straighten my dark blue gym shorts, not bothering to put on real pants or a shirt as I amble across the living room and into the kitchen to fix myself a cup of coffee. I'd thought that the single brewer machine was stupid, though it was true I never drank more than two cups and Jrew rarely finished one. I set my mug on the island and wander abck out, feeling helpless as I knew Jrew was in a bad neightborhood, maybe even needing myself. I let out a growl of frustration and start to go back to my bedroom, intending to use the bathroom. The front door opens and I frown, listening to Jrew's pants and gasps. I rush into the kitchen, mouth falling opena t the sight of her face. I cup her chin in my palm, shaking my head, my jaw a tight line. "Who the hell did this to you? And you tell me. I told you not to go, why dont you ever fucking listen? God damn it, Jrew!" I yell, spinning on my heel to slam my fist into the kitchen wall as I did to that young tree all those months ago. I'd always had an explosive temper, but when it was a personal affront or one on one I cared about, it got even worse.
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Post by Jrew Wilsun on Mar 3, 2013 22:08:00 GMT -5
Jrew shook her head, a look of fright plastered on her face. She hated seeing Caleb like this, then hated herself for making him that way. But he wouldn't slip through her fingers this time, not ever. Her feet moved for her and she put herself in front of Caleb, protecting the wall behind her. A firm hand pressed on his chest. Caleb. If you had do do what I needed to do, you would have gone too. Her voice was solid. She looked at the wall behind her, a huge dent was now there, cracks expanding in all different directions. Great, another thing she would need to take extra shifts for to fix. Don't yell at me. You've done stupid things too, it's why I ended up with you. It was risky, bring up past mistakes, but Jrew felt it was needed.
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Post by Caleb Jones on Mar 4, 2013 19:11:42 GMT -5
I freeze as she pushes herself in front of me, stopping just short of punching her. Jrew's hand pressed against my chest, taking my mind off my anger for a split second. "I dont care, dont you get it?" I snap, turning around and pacing towards the kitchen island. I stop dead in my tracks as she speaks again and I shake my head, turning around to face Jrew. "Is that all this is to you? All they are to you? Some stupid thing that happened and now you have to deal with?" I ask, my voice cold. "Whatever, that guy wont get punished for doing whatever he did, see if I care." I say, breezing past her, out the kitchen and across the living room and into the bedroom. I slam the door behind me, a growl of frustration building in my throat. I fling myself down on the bed, putting my arms over my head as if to protect myself from something.
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Post by Jrew Wilsun on Mar 4, 2013 19:50:07 GMT -5
Jrew sighed, regretting even bringing anything up. She stood in the kitchen for a moment, letting Caleb have a few minutes to himself. When positive he wasn't still in the rash anger, she got a Dr. Pepper for him and walked to the bedroom, opening the door slowly. Taking a deep breath, she sat beside him on the bed and cracked open the soda, giving it to him. I'm sorry. That was stupid of me to say. Jrew rubbed her hand over his back. And trust me, that guy was taken care of. You can thank Gale for it.
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Post by Caleb Jones on Mar 6, 2013 19:23:24 GMT -5
I wasnt disturbed for a good three minutes, the air from the ceiling fan cold on my bare back as I laid there in silence, my thoughts buzzing madly through my head. Was that really what Jrew had meant? What had happened to her? Who'd done it? Well, I knew one thing for sure, if I ever found out they'd pay. Pay with a tooth and a good amount of blood, bruises, and broken bones. My anger soon cooled, now to more hurt at Jrew's implication that the pregnancy was just some huge mistake, not some twist of fate that I liked to think it was- a twist of fate that brought us together. I heart the door open and I stiffen slightly, opening my dark green eyes to blackness that was caused by my arms that were around my head as if a tornado was bearing down upon me. I take the sode from her and run my index finger up and down the side, her hand rubbing across my back in a comforting sort of way. "Im not fucking thanking Gale for any damn thing." I spit, turning away from Jrew slightly as a small bit of my anger caught flame again. It was his fault she was in that sort of neighborhood in the first place, his whole fault that that guy was there, his whole fault for every damn thing.
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Post by Jrew Wilsun on Mar 6, 2013 19:38:46 GMT -5
Jrew rubbed her hands down her thighs, trying to calm her anger before it came. Sure, she loved Caleb, but his temper was one thing she wouldn't be sad to see go. After a second or two, she got up and walked to the door, not really knowing what to say that wouldn't piss him off further. When your panties are out of a bunch, come talk to me. Please. Jrew took another look at him over her shoulder and shut the door behind her as she walked to the living room, grabbing a bottle of water on the way. It was to early in the morning to process all of the fights. She was tired of them, in despair knowing that soon enough they would tear her and Caleb apart again. Before she could get a grip on the emotions, Jrew flung her sketchpad across the room and it flew into the door, chipping the paint there. Her body shook, heart pumped faster than ever and blood ran hot. Whether from true anger or a mix of it and hurt, she wasn't 100 percent sure. She sat on the couch and put her head in her hands, elbows balanced on her knee's. You two little guys can't come fast enough.. Jrew whispered, rubbing a hand over her belly. The babies were what kept her going, if not she knew she would die of boredom. Rina, her only friend, was across the world in Germany for her yearly trip. Besides her Caleb and Gale were the only people she had to hang out with and neither of them were good options at the moment.
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Post by Caleb Jones on Mar 7, 2013 21:25:46 GMT -5
I hold back a snarky reply as she says to come and talk to her when I 'get the panties out of a bunch'. What would I say, anyway? 'I dont have underwear on'? Yeah, that would be a great reply. Why did I have to be so goddamn lame? Even Jrew thought I was just a huge mistake waiting to happen, apparently. Thought the two little ones were just the product of some of my excess wrongness. I sit up, raking my right hand roughly through my dark brown hair angrily. I reach forward for the Dr Pepper, taking three huge gulps before finally putting it back down. In the other room, I hear Jrew fling something and almsot roll my eyes. What, did she need her knives? I still wasnt sure if I beleived she had knives- probably not. She was a legend in her own mind sometimes. I stand up and pick up my Dr Peppper before wandering back into the living room, sitting down on the couch beside Jrew. I take another sip- this one slow. I keep my dark green gaze fixed on the TV as I wrap an arm arounf her, pulling her to me. "Sorry." I say simply.
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