Stepbrother

Chapter 65

I started to feel bad. "How do you not know what that is..? Doesn't September twenty-second ring a bell?!" he asked.

"Is that when you moved in..?" I asked. "Or when we met?"

"I moved in and we met in July.." Jeremy sighed.

"Was that when your mom died or something?" He shook his head. Mentioning his mom only made him look even more hurt. "I don't know.." I shrugged.

Jeremy sighed and looked away. He stood up, beginning to walk off, and mumbled, "That's our anniversary."

Fuck. I just messed up, didn't I? "Jeremy!" I called, getting up and chasing him into the bathroom. He tried to shut the door on me but I stuck my arm and foot in the door. "Jeremy, I'm sorry."

"I'm supposed to be the one who forgets. I'm supposed to be the one that doesn't know that our sixth month anniversary is in four months."

"It is?"

"Yes, it's November. We've been dating for two months." Jeremy sighed.

"I knew that," I said.

"Obviously not." He had tears in his eyes.

"Jeremy, I'm sorry," I said. "I feel really bad."

"Good!" he said loudly. "I didn't mean that," he said quickly.

"No.. I kinda deserve it."

"I guess it's okay. There'll be stuff I forget too.." He sighed.

"When's my birthday?"

"March tenth," he quickly responded. "It's on a Tuesday, but that doesn't matter because it's on spring break."

"God damnit." I sighed. "Your birthday is December.... umm. Gimme a sec. Seventeenth! Right.."

He laughed softly. "Yeah. Quick, what year was I born?!

"Uhhhh... 19...85..?"

"Yes, and you were born in '86." He nodded.

"Stop being better than me. I'm trying to find something you don't know."

He laughed and opened the door fully. "Try me."

"Alright, what's our parents anniversary, we'll say it together. 1..2..3-"

"I don't give a fuck!" we said in unison.

"Ahh, God you nailed it." I laughed. He smiled and got closer to me. "Alright, mister, what's the day we first did it?"

"Umm.. September twenty-third, the day after we got together." He laughed.

"Yeah, that sounds right."

"It is right.. I think." He laughed.

"Alright, I'm done. Jeremy knows all."

"True," Jeremy said, grabbing my sides and pushing me back into the bed. His voice went into a growl, "Like how you've been-"

Ding-dong! The doorbell rang through the house. I raised an eyebrow and Jeremy was already reaching for the bat.

"Everyone knocks," Jeremy said.

"Gabe doesn't knock, but he never comes over without asking."

"Well, tell me if it's him so I don't beat the shit out of him... Well, I might anyway."

"Stop trying to be funny," I said, following him down the stairs.

Jeremy opened the door and went to swing. I saw who it was. "JEREMY!" I yelled, grabbing his arm. Jeremy stopped midswing.