Past, Present and Future

Seeing Red

So my boyfriend shared his bed with OUR guitarist. I don't mean Paul either. I mean Bruce. What in the hell is going on. Are they sleeping together?! Are they a couple?! I WANT ANSWERS!!!!!

While I'm ranting and stomping around, Paul comes in and sees the tantrum. "Um, Gene? What's wrong?" 

"OUR LEAD GUITARIST AND OUR DRUMMER SHARED A BED LAST NIGHT!!!!" I scream in his face.

"Calm down. Bruce was drunk and got sick so Eric wouldn't let him go home. I'm pretty sure nothing happened, okay." "Eric won't take advantage of Bruce's innocent so calm down hot head and breathe."

I nearly knock Paul over when I storm past him trying to leave the room. He sticks out his foot and I trip over it which causes me to hit the wall face first. This causes him to start laughing loudly. I'm trying to stay mad but it's not working. I start laughing after a few minutes. We eventually come to the conclusion that Eric was just being a nice guy and Bruce needs to learn to hold his liquor better. I can't stay mad at either one of them long. 

Later in the day, I call Eric and ask him if I can come over. "I'll bring dinner." 

"Sure, sweetheart. You wanna talk about Bruce staying over don't you?" I can hear his voice tinged with annoyance so I admit to the fact. 

"Yes." is all I say. "I'm not mad."

I head out later with dinner in my arms along with a dozen roses. I hope I'm forgiven soon. For some strange reason I think of my reaction had that been Paul. What in the hell?