My Controversial Secret

Chapter 14: Girl's Night

Del was upset.

And the reason was her almost hooking up session with Nathan. Yes. Almost. The night she wanted to have with him didn't turn out the way she expected due to the sudden arrival of his sister and her kids, intruding the couple with babysitting responsibilities. 

"At least he saved you from wet poopy diapers," Jenna assured her friend who was lying flat on the bed. A pillow on her face and hands spread open like snow angels. 

"This is the worst. I have never felt so deflated in my life,"  

 Yeah. Jenna could feel it. Her situation with David wasn't much different. Not that she could particularly tell this to Del without feeling guilty but the similarity of their love life was hard to miss. 

"You really think he was going to make a move tonight?" Jenna asks recalling David's attempt at kissing her.

Del groaned and removed the pillow, propping higher on her elbow to look at Jenna on the floor. "Babe the place was clean. Like clean clean. No dirty socks around the place, or overstuffed dustbins or crumbs on the dining table. Nothing. The place was sparkling clean. No man cleans his place like Monica unless he wants to impress someone,"

Jenna thought over a bite of her cookie. "Maybe he has a maid or something. He's rich, isn't he?"

"Okay point then what about the cooking?"

"What about it?" 

"Nathan doesn't know how to cook yet we made dinner together. Never mind that he was clumsy as hell and I had to guide him like a kid to not burn his own place down but he had a nice time. I like the simplicity. If that's not a move from his side then I don't know when or what it'll will be," 

Jenna thought about her and David's culinary scene earlier in the kitchen. The cookie she was eating suddenly stopped near the entrance of her mouth as she recalled how his contribution lay in every bite of the cookie. From rolling the dough to cutting a few batches before she asked him to eat. His effort lies in their taste. Especially the one she is eating right now. Shaped too precisely like someone used a measuring ruler or something. 

Clearing her throat, Jenna speaks. "Does it? I think making cookies doesn't mean that much,"

"What cookies? We made pancakes because I didn't trust him that much around a device that has a capacity to burn things,"

Oh my god! Jenna nervously laughs. She can't believe she word-slip her cooking evening with David. "Sorry, I am kind of into these cookies so everything seems cookie to me right now," she quickly amends her slipup, 

"Forget about the cookies Jen, I am surprised you don't know this stuff and why am I finding out about this now?" Del leaves the bed dramatically and drags her body on the carpeted floor. She sits opposite Jenna on the floor and takes a bunch amount of cookies in her palm eating all of them together. "Jerry made you a grandma. You forget the pre-dating phase, the chemistry, the trials, the little signs that people throw at each other," 

"He didn't make me a grandma," Jenna says in defense, "I just don't want you to look so much into things that aren't even there. Delusions aren't good and you get deluded whenever you like someone. Remember Harry?"

"Why would bring up that loser," Del wines and throws her hand in the air,

"It's good to remember your mistakes when you're on the verge of making another one," Jenna rubs the crumbs off of her palms and lays flat on her stomach, legs crossed from the ankles. "You got so much into your feelings that every little action of him started meaning something to you. When he showered, you said he wanted to impress you by being clean. I don't even know what that means when you know boys shower. The brag they show on television is a lie. Boys do shower and there is no other purpose besides self-cleansing and don't get me started about his eating habits that you so brilliantly thought he did to copy you. Spoiler alert he didn't. The only reason he bought a Big Mac for a week from Chucky's was because of his friends who dared him to get it for a dollar, not because you part-timed there. The fact you part-timed there gave them the advantage of having seven Big Macs for seven dollars," 

Del glares at her friend. Unamused. "You're a fire to my heart Jenna Salore."

"You mean fireman because protecting you against losers is my side business,"

"Babe stop. That was past. This is now. I was young and stupid back then but I am a grown woman with a very hot libido at the moment. Help me with Nathan and I promise I'll treat you at Laviana,"  Del wiggles her eyebrow and sinks on the carpet. The empty plate of cookies is now safely kept on the head of the bedside table. 

"Hmm, bribing me with a dinner at Laviana. Well played Miss Hunt,"

"The pleasure to my libido,"

"Stop staying libido,"

"I shall try,"

They both end up in a laughing fit before deciding on a movie to watch. "What should we watch?" Jenna gets up to take the remote from the entertainment cabinet. 

"Nothing with musical please,"

"So that's a no on La La Land,"

Del scratches her toe with her other toe, "For now,"

"Forgive us, Oh Ryan," Jenna says and sits on the edge of the bed as she channels through various movie categories on the television. "How about Monte Carlo? We like Selena,"

"No, she gets the guy in the end,"

"So no movie where the actress gets the guy. Got it. I should say La La Land again because the end was traumatizing but since your not in the mood, how about Joker,"

"No fuck, that's too depressing,"

Jenna rolls her eyes and goes to the crime section, "Halloween?"

"It's summer,"

"Gone girl?"

"Hard pass for that. Nathan's nephew was a Ben and his Affleck was shitty and smelly," 

Jenna snorts and throws a pillow at her friend, "Will you get up and choose a movie for Christ's sake,"

The movie choosing marathon ended after a raging ten-minute battle over a fantasy film or something adventure. In the end, they both decided to go with Moana, which hooked them both till four in the morning until eventually sleep took control over them. 

By the time morning rolled and Del woke Jenna up with a bacon sandwich, the two friends had decided to spend the morning together gossiping and catching up. They talked about things that would sound senseless to the world, made dirty pickup lines, and tried on each other only to cringe and laugh like hyenas in the end. 

When David entered the kitchen, the laugh continued but the topic in question had changed from flirty lines to fictional book boyfriends that they would like to have. 

Del checks her phone at the notification alert and taps on the table restlessly as a question stands on the tip of her tongue. "Okay, I got one. If you could, who would you spend your time with, a) your favorite book boyfriend but you cannot see or speak,"

"So, disabled with my favorite book boyfriend," Jenna thinks, "That sucks but it's not that bad. Indeed, I won't be having any fun not able to see him but then again my hands would be fine so that's one thing to look forward to,"

Del gave an understanding nod, "Good reasoning but there's more. Option b that says a man you like in real life, maybe has one or two nasty dreams about him but you can't have him because he is strictly off limits or for fun let's say he doesn't like you,"

Woah! That sounds a lot like David and her situation, didn't it? As if their thoughts telepathed, David sneaked a look at her before turning back to cutting his apples.

"That's oddly specific," Jenna fidgets with the fork.

"Yeah, I thought so too but it's here in the site I am reading from so," she shrugged and proceeded to complete the last option with an added mystery that felt weird for Jenna. "The third and the last option talks about meeting your favorite ex-boyfriend who is in town for a retreat," 

Blood rushes like the foams of a shaken cola drink inside Jenna. It took her a moment to read the sly eyes of Del but when she understood the insuination of her last option, Jenna jerked up from the stool and stood wide eye. "Oh no,"

"Oh, yes," Del smiled smugly, "You're ex-boyfriend is in town sweetheart,"