It's been a few weeks since I've been back in town. Jennifer and I seem to be getting along so far. I still feel like there's still some tension between us when Marty's around though. Everytime she's around, it feels weird talking to him like I shouldn't be or something. Jennifer is a little intimidating sometimes. I wish it didn't have to feel like that.
This time around we're at Marty's. I feel most comfortable around him when it's just the two of us. No one to pop in or take over. I hate it when people do that. If I do accidently take over, I back off right when I notice it. With Jennifer, I have to take charge or she'll take advantage of it and do it all the time.
We laid on his bed playing twenty questions then started to wrestle with one another as we played. "Favorite color?" Marty asked, now on question five. "Blue." I shout while keeping my balance not to fall. "Red." He calls back. My turn to ask the next one. "Animal?" "Dog." He smiles. Well, that one was kind of obvious. I don't answer right away. Mine was too cliche. Mine is a dog too, but I didn't always want to say the same thing as him. I don't want him to think I'm copying him. We just so happen to like a lot of the same stuff. "Why the long pause?" He asks, no longer trying to wrestle with me. I sigh. "It's too cliche." My head drops. "Awe come on, it's alright if we like a lot of the same things. It'll just mean that we'll have a lot in common." He tries cheering me up.
It works, but only because it's him. "Fine. Dog." His grin widens and we start to play again. "Middle name?" He sorta stops and scrunches up his nose. "Oh come on." I say rolling my eyes. "Ugh, do you really want to know?" He sighs. I nod my head enthusiastically. Now I'm a little more curious to know since he's trying to avoid the question. "Alright, it's Seamus. Now that you know mine, what's yours?" He smirks, probably thinking mine is just as bad as his.
Lynn isn't all that bad of a middle name, but it sounds like my whole name if you say it without my last name. Instead of Jenni Lynn, it sounds like Jennylyn. "Lynn." I mutter, but I say it loud enough to not have to repeat it. "That's pretty." He smiles at me. I slightly blush letting that be my answer.
We keep up our little wrestling match. When I think one of us is going to win, I hear a faint ringing noise. I ignore it. We start to get rougher with each other, both of us trying to win. I hear something crash to the floor. Oh boy, Marty must have knocked something off the bedside table. Oh well, we'll grab it in a moment.
I feel Marty trying to use his knees to win. "Marty, you're cheating!" I laugh. I slightly lose my balance and I feel Marty's knee colide into the wrong place to be hit. "Owwww!" I howled in pain. Marty stops to check on me. "Are you okay?" "It hurts!" I shout, holding myself. "Don't worry, it'll feel better in a minute." He tries soothing me. I squeal when I go to move away from him.
I have to stay put or it'll only hurt worse. "Hold still." He says. I stay put as asked. He scoots over to me and wraps his arms loosely around my shoulders. I wrap my free hand around his waist. "Feel better?" He asks. Before I can answer, a jolt of pain shoots up my body. I cry out in pain again. This time it sounded a little more on the sexual side. My face feels super hot. I hear a weird noise from the floor. "Yeah, a little better." I answer when the pain starts to dull. "I'm so sorry." He apologizes. "I know you didn't mean to." I faintly smile and nuzzle my head into his chest. He starts to relax a little. "Hey, did you hear that weird clunking noise a minute ago?" I pull my head away and look up at him. "Um, yes and no. I mean I heard something, but I didn't know what it was." I say unsure about what I heard. "I should check it out." He says as we move away from each other.
He crawls over to the edge of the bed and looks down. "Uh oh."He says, looking at whatever fell. "What is it?" I ask, still in some pain. "I must have knocked over the phone earlier." "I thought I heard you knock over something earlier, but didn't say anything." I tell him. "It's alright." I watch him as he picks up the phone. Oh no. It was making that sound when you call someone and they hang up, but you don't. "Uh oh." Marty gently hangs up the phone and picks it back up again. "I, I need to call her back. I forgot Jennifer was suppose to call me later today." The noise of the buttons sounded as he pressed on them. I lie there still as can be next to him, keeping my breathing calm and low. The phone starting buzzing, waiting for the other to answer. He felt nice and warm against my cheek. I snuggled close, trying to stay quite. It felt weird, but at the same time good.
Finally someone picks up. "Hello?" He says nervously into the speaker. Screaming erupts from on the other side of the phone. "Jen, Jen." He tries to get her attention. "Calm down. It's not what you think." He pauses for a few seconds. I guess listening to what she thinks happened. "What! No, of course not!" He shouts, but still tries to keep his voice down. "Why would you think that?" He asks. I wonder what she thinks was going on. "Oh, I see." I guess he finally knows what's bugging her. "No, listen." He tries to get through to her. "Jen, just listen to me!" He yells slightly. The other end gets quiet. "I promise you that nothing's going on. What you heard was very innocent. I'm sorry if what you heard sounded wrong, but listen, all that happened was I uh accidentally hit her in the crotch. I'm sorry if you thought something else, but I promise that's what really happened." Marty explained himself. He sat there for a minute listening to her. I felt him loosely place his arm on my shoulder.
I felt the heat in my cheeks grow. He pats me as if reassuring me that everything would be okay. I buried my face into his chest, hoping he couldn't see my flushed face. I know how some girls can be. Jennifer has just proven herself to be the jealous type. I feel like she's starting to jump him on every little thing. I mean come on, he told her the truth like he should. So my pain sounded sexual over the phone. Big deal. You can't believe everything you hear. Sometimes what you hear can be misinterpreted.
When the temperature of my face cools, I go back to just lying there and being quiet as possible. "I." He starts to say. "Alright, I understand. Yeah. Yes. Love you too." He stops talking for a few more seconds. "Bye." Marty hangs up the phone and sighs. "I'm sorry about that." He apologizes. I sit up a little to, mostly, look him in the eye confused. "What are you sorry for? Just your normal average teen girlfriend getting jealous out of thin air." I giggle slightly. He smiles and shakes his head at me with a quick eye roll. "She's not usually like this. I mean we've been arguing off and on even before I met you. I just don't want you to take it personal." His smile falters. "I'm not, I promise." I ruffle his already messy brown hair. Now that smile I love so much is back. Hopefully it stays like that.
"It just feels like every time I look at or even talk to a girl she goes off. Sometimes when I don't hang out with her when she wants she gets mad. She may be my girlfriend, but my social life doesn't revolve around her 24/7." He explains. "I understand." I frown slightly. "I wanna make her happy, but sometimes no matter what I do it's still not good enough." He adds on. "If it was me and things weren't getting any better anytime soon, I would leave. If I wasn't happy with the person anymore and nothing was changing to rearrange that, that's the best thing I could do. I couldn't and wouldn't stay with someone if I wasn't happy. I wouldn't want to lead anyone on. You know." I explained my thoughts to him. "Yeah." Is his only reply.
I'm not trying to be nosy, but I'm curious. What did she say to him? I know she didn't break up with him, but still. "So, what exactly did she say to you?" "She gave me a warning." He said softly. My blood started to simmer. What?! "What! You didn't do anything wrong." I burst out in anger. Marty tries to calm me. "I know, but that's just how she sees it. She just told me that if I did something like that again that we were through." He sighs. "That's messed up. I wish she would believe you completely." My heart aches for him. "I know, me too." He mumbles in my ear. "I'm sorry." My eyes start to water, but I don't cry. He holds me until I start to feel better. I don't want him to have to feel like this. I guess now me and her aren't friends anymore. Ah well, I don't feel like we were friends from the beginning anyways.
