When I Met Her....

Sick

Sick

Julia's POV

"Do you want to get something to eat?" Arielle asks, as we step into her car outside the movie theater.

"No. We can just head to my house." I smile, leaning over the arm rest and connecting my lips to hers.

"Okay." She whispers, laying her forehead against mine.

I peck her lips again before settling back into my seat. She starts the car and we drive to my house in silence.

We get out and walk up to my door. Before I can get the key in the lock Arielle's hands are around my waist and she's planting a trail of kisses all over my neck. Sighing, I frantically push the key into the lock and throw open the door, pulling Arielle in with me. We slam into the wall next to my door and our lips crush together. Our lips moved together, as I trace her lips with my tongue. Her hand slide up under my blouse, her fingers tracing the lace of my bra. We move from against the wall and fall onto the couch in my living room. Our hands run hungrily over the other's body.

On top of Arielle, I sit up to take off my shirt.

"Wait." She breathe.

"What is it?" I ask, confusingly.

"We need to talk about something." She says, propping herself up on her elbows.

"About what?"

"About that girl...from the theater." She admits.

I look at her for a second before I even answer.

"You're kidding me right?" I ask incredulously.

"No...I'm not." She says.

I sigh in frustration, moving from ontop of her. 

"What is there to talk about honestly?" I ask.

"You stared at her the whole time we were suppose to be talking to them!" Arielle accuses.

I don't interrupt because I know on this account what she said is true.

"And if I hadn't pulled you away I don't know what might have happened between you and her." She continues.

"Okay. Now you're just being dramatic. Come on Arielle. You have got to be tired of this." I sigh, putting the heel of my hand to my forehead.

"Tired of what? Of you disrespecting me when we go out in public? Yes I'm definitely tired of that."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I demand, "How do I disrespect you?"

"Bye practically eye-raping every woman you see. Its really hard to miss." Arielle shouts.

"Eye raping?!" I scoff, "You and I both know I am far too old for eye-raping."

"Really? How do I know that?" 

"We need to drop this because you're really starting to aggravate me." I say, resting my elbow on the arm of the couch.

"No! I'm not just going to drop it! I'm tired of just dropping it!!" Arielle exclaims.

"What the hell do you want from me? I've never asked you to drop anything before except for now! Every time this happens I always soothe your precious little ego! I constantly have to explain to you that I don't cheat!! That your the only one in my life right now!! Since when is that not enough?!" I shout back, losing my temper.

Arielle's eyes are wide like saucers from the shock of my outburst.

"I dont even know who you are right now." She says in a low voice. "When we first started dating you were so different. What happened to you?"

"What happened to me?" I ask, looking at her like she's crazy.

"Yes! Where did this player type person come from? The woman I met was down to earth, sexy, gentle, smart."

This time my eyes widen. But not with shock, with realization.

"Your seriously sick." I whisper.

"What?" Arielle ask, her expression surprised.

"Your sick." I repeat.

"What are you talking about?" 

"Delusional." I say standing up from the couch. "Your seriously sick! You've convinced yourself of this relationship between us that has never been! We've never fit together quite right before and I never knew why. Now I do."

"I'm not-" she interrupts.

"No, really. Arielle this relationship has never been anything that it should be. And I'm far too old to be playing these games with you. Or with anybody for that matter...I'm done." I say, running my hands threw my hair.

"What do you mean your done?" Arielle ask, finally getting up from the couch.

"I mean this is over. I can't live like this. I'm 30 years old and I'm still trying to convince somebody the same age as me that this can work. That I have time to play around! I don't!" I explain.

"So that's it then?" She questions, tears in her eyes. 

"Yea,I guess so. I really hope you find someone for you. Its just not me. I know that now and I'm sorry I didn't realize that sooner."

She looks at me and I can clearly see that hate in her eyes. Grabbing her jacket we took off earlier from on the couch, Arielle gives me one last parting glance before storming out the door.

I don't expect the feeling I get when she slams the door shut behind her. Relief. I feel freed. Nothing's holding me back from who I really want. Laurel.