Two sides to Every Story

Chapter Three: Memiuex

               “Please shut up! If it wasn’t for me just now you would’ve been raped in the elevator by a really old wind bag.” Vice said to me.

               “Just take me home please, Vice…my head hurts.” I couldn’t control it but my eyes were watering. His tone changed from angry to worried.

               “Oh God I’m sorry, please don’t cry. Look your apartment is right there, just give me your keys.”

               He unlocked my apartment and carried me in. My mom was on the couch with her boyfriend. Of course they had probably been doing something totally awkward.

               “Vice, Memiuex, what have you two been up to?” she asked completely taken by surprise.

               “I should be asking you the same thing.” I said. She ignored me and looked at Vice.

               “Sweetie why are you bleeding, are you hurt?”

               “Some jerk swerved into our lane and the car went off the road. Just a little bump to the head but I think we’ll be fine. Don’t worry.” Vice said coolly.

               My mom had made us some sandwiches, but I didn’t want mine so Vice ate it. She wanted us to sit around with her and her boyfriend so we could ‘talk’ and play a board game or something.

               “Mom, I’m just going to bed, night.” I said and jumped off the couch. Vice got up to follow me, but he stopped and sat back down.

               “Night Meme, sweet dreams.” He said.

               From my room I could hear Vice chatting up a storm with them. My mom was just eating him up. His moms went to California and he hates to be alone, so it’s likely that he would sleep on our couch. I could hear my mom’s fits of laughter. Vice was her favorite person and she always made sure he came over on the weekends. She thinks we would make a great couple, and only lets me stay out really late if he’s with me. It’s like she’s oblivious to the whole man whore thing.

               When I woke up in the morning, Vice was sleeping on my bedroom floor. He held my stuffed bear tightly to his chest.

               I threw my pillow at him, “Why are you in my room?!”

               “Good morning to you too love. Your mom didn’t want me to be alone in that big empty apartment and she said it was alright if I slept in your room.” He rubbed the back of his head shyly.

               “And you thought you’d take your shirt off why?”

               “Because it’s a lot sexier this way! I bet you were really surprised when you woke up, huh?” he looked up and tried to pull off the whole innocent look. “But it would’ve been even better if I could’ve slept in the bed with you!” he grinned.

               “Are you guys up? I made some breakfast.” My mom shouted from the kitchen.

               “Vice ripped his covers off and jumped on my bed which I still occupied.

               “Let’s stay in bed, we can play doctor! You’ll be sick in bed, and I’ll be the handsome doctor who’s come to take care of you. It’ll be just you and me all day in here, I’m full of energy.” He pulled the covers over our heads.

               “Uh yeah, get out of my room. I have to change, and you cannot watch.”

               “Aw you always ruin my fun Meme! Oh well, thanks for the pajama pants.” He winked and hugged me before he popped out from underneath the covers.

               As he ran out the door I could see that he was wearing my favorite black and white checkered pajama pants. I’d probably end up burning them later. After he reluctantly left the room I went over to the door and locked it. I wasn’t going to take any chances so I went and locked the door that connected our rooms too. I put on my black jeans, my slip-ons, and my “free hugs” shirt. It was the only one I could find so I’m betting that Vice hid all my other shirts just so he could have an excuse to touch me. He’d totally do something like that.

               My mom was sitting at the kitchen table with Vice when I walked in. She sipped on her coffee and he got me a plate of strawberry pancakes. If there is one sign of trouble its strawberry pancakes. She only makes them when she has something crazy on her mind because she knows I can’t resist them. Last time I had them the big news was that we were moving here.

               “I broke up with my boyfriend, you were right he wasn’t any good for me. So I was thinking the three of us could hangout today.”

               I couldn’t tell her no, not after she had just been dumped. Her saying that she ‘just broke up with him’ really meant that he got tired of her. I ate a fork full of pancakes before answering.

               “What were you planning?” I asked. Vice perked up, picked off most of the strawberries on his pancakes, and transferred them to mine.

               “Well we were thinking of going sledding. Damien and Keagen haven’t seen your mom in a while, and we were thinking of coming back here later to watch movies.” He said through a mouthful of pancakes.

               “What do you think Memiuex?” Mom asked with her eyes full of excitement.

               “Yeah, I’ll go mom.”

               Vice grabbed my hand and ran to my bedroom, unlocked my door, and threw his open. He sat me down on his bed while he stood over me. Man the things I have to do for my mom!

               “Hey Memiuex when I was in your room last night I noticed you kept the picture of me. Couldn’t resist, eh? I know you just can’t keep your hands off of me.” He shot a cocky smile. I could feel my face glow bright red.

               “You can have it back, I just didn’t want my mom seeing it. Can I go now?” he asked.

               “It’s ok you can keep it, I want you to have it. Even though you won’t admit it, I know you secretly like me.” He completely ignored my question.

               I rested my head in my hands as he went over to his closet. Thank God he shut the door as he got undressed. He came back out half dressed in black jeans, slip-ons, and a purple shirt in his hands. He plopped down on the bed next to me.

               “Why do you have to be so uptight all the time Meme? It would be so much easier if you just relaxed and hung out with the guys and I. We could give you a night you’d never forget.” He chuckled in my ear. He tried putting his hand up my shirt but I reacted by slapping him in the face.

               He caught my hand before it could return to my side and brought it to his lips. They grazed my palm and then he placed my hand on his bare chest.

               “You know you’re the only girl who’s ever caused me pain? The sad thing is you could fix it all in a second, but you don’t.” he said as he laid down on the bed.

               “Let me know when you’re ready to go alright? I’m only going for my mom, not for you. So get it through your head Vice, I don’t like you.” I got up and left him lying on the bed alone. I didn’t look back because I knew he probably looked very hurt.