Me Without You (All I Ever Wanted)

Chapter three

|February 14th, 2015: Jack Barkat's apartment. 4:15 p.m.|

I sat on the couch with my feet up in the air, letting the blood rush to my head. 

"Jack come on before the roads start to get bad!" I pleaded.

Today is Valentine's and every year we go out and make fun of the lovey.dovey couples and all the cheesey romance this terrible holiday. Then we eat a bunch of candy, get wasted, and watch movies.

"Jaaaaaaaack!" I whined.

"Alright I'm coming, Ramona," Jack said walking into the living room.

I lifted my head slightly to look at him, "what the hell took you so long?"

"I was looking for something to wear," Jack said in a matter of fact tone.

"Oh please, you're more of a girl than I am," I said.

He rolled his eyes, "are you coming?"

"Yeah," I sighed sliding off the couch and onto the floor.

Jack walked over shaking his head at me, "get up."

"Help me," I reached my hands out.

Jack sighed and pulled me up to my feet. We grabbed our coats and walked out the door.

In the car we played our usual car ride game called impressions which just involves us talking in silly voices and the first person to laugh loses.

A few hours later we arrive back at Jack's apartment and a few beers later we started talking about past relationships.

"This one time in high school I dated this guy for a few weeks," I began to explain, "and you know how in high school dating someone for more than like three days is a big deal. That's really beside the point, but this kid was so dumb I mean I couldn't get through a conversation without wanting to hit him. Not to mention he was annoying and just an asshole."

"Wow why would you ever stick around with a guy like that?" Jack asked.

I shrugged, "I dunno I was 16, my selfesteem was l thought I would be happy with just anyone but then I realized, not just any random person that can make you happy. It takes someone special to make you feel special."

Jack just stared at the ground and nodded, the vibes in the room became heavier. Normally I would confront it but I'm just going to ignore it, this day is fucking depressing enough as it is.

My eyes wondered the room while the movie, Pretty in Pink played on the tv in the background. I stared at outside the balcony sliding doors from the red sofa. I always admire nature and often find myself staring out the window and day dreaming.  A small gasp escaped my mouth as I saw the snow start to fall. The sight was breath taking, I got up from my seat and ran over to the glass doors, pressing my face up against it. I watched as tiny snow flakes gently fell from the purplish/grey sky over looking Baltimore.

"What are you doing Mona?" Jack asked.

"Jack come look at the sky! It's so pretty," I said. 

Jack sighed and got up and stood behind me looking outside. I could see in the refelction of the glass there was a smile on his face.

"Sometimes Ramona I question why you call me a child when you get so excited over the sight of snowfall," Jack smiled, shaking his head.

"It's called appreciating the little things Jack, something you forget as an adult," I replied, "plus my mom was one of those one with nature hippie parents. I mean why do you think I shop at whole foods and my house always smells like tea tree and mint?"