Standing By

Kirstie

The band has made a chore chart. Tori and Kevin do the household chores, like vacuuming and dishes and stuff like that. Scott and Mitch are taking care of the laundry and animals. Wyatt and Olaf have been shipped here, and surprisingly, they are getting along just fine. Avi and I have the responsibility of food. We buy and cook the food for the band. We all are in charge of putting away our laundry and making our beds. Avi reaches around me to grab a beanie from the top of our dresser as I take a camisole out to wear underneath my nearly sheer top. I slip on some loose dreams and pull over my top. I sigh audibly as I run a brush through my hair and pull it into a ponytail.

"Ready to leave?" Avi laces his hands with mine.

I exhale heavily. "Yeah."

"Okay. We have requests for stuff. Tori wants Nutella, and you do too, so we'll buy, like, five things of it, stuff for donuts, things for biscuits and gravy, and what we need."

"Okay. Do we need any animal food?"

"No, we're okay."

"So this is what married couples talk about."

"Kirstie," Avi warns.

"What, Benton? What do I need to be warned about?"

"We aren't fighting about anything."

"I'm not fighting. I just want to know what I said wrong."

"You act like being married is so horrid because we lose all passion."

"I never said that," I breathe in heavily.

"Well it sure seemed that way."

"I was joking. Maybe you're trying to say something."

"And what would I be trying to say?"

"Maybe you don't love me anymore."

"What?" he looks at me, flabbergasted. "Are you on your period?"

"That was so rude, Avi! A woman can have bad moods without bleeding out of her vagina!"

"Let's go to the store," Avi huffs.

"You can go, but I'm staying."

"Kirst, It's our responsibility."

"Whatever, I'm not going."

"Fine! Be that way. I'm leaving."

"How dandy!" I shout at him as he leaves. I'm glad no one is home, because that would've been awkward if everyone was here. I curl up on the couch and think about our conversation. It slowly dawns on me how easily it would be to think I was implying something. So basically I blew everything up and I suck. I feel hopeless and horrible. Maybe that stupid thing I said about him not loving me was true. I mean, why would he. I'm fat and short and ugly. I think of ways to shed off those titles. I'll always be short, but I can help fat and ugly. Makeup can cover my ugliness, but my obesity can only be cured by the one way I know to lose weight. I run to the bathroom and kneel over the toilet, gagging myself. It takes my a couple of tries, and just to my luck, Avi comes in on the successful one.

"Kirstie!"

"Avi, I'm trying to be the best wife I can be here. Please let me be good enough!" I cry, and feel him wrap his arms around me, carrying me to our bedroom. He sets me on the bed and kisses my forehead.

"You will always be enough for me. You are perfect in every aspect. Please don't try to change anything."

I kiss his lips passionately. The day was coming to a close, and I wished the night would never.

A/N
I suck sweaty balls. Sorry so much. I wish I could do better, but I'm having a little trouble writing. Do you guys want me to jump right into the juicy stuff or build up? Tell me or else (nothing will happen, but feedback would be nice). You guys are the best readers ever. I love you all!

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