What It's Like Loving an Idiot

Twenty || You're Naked

"Come on, James. I don't want to be driving in the night." I hurry him, putting some last-minute things into my bag.

"Don't rush me, woman. These things take time," James answers back from somewhere in the apartment.

I close my bag and bring it out into the living room, setting it down on the couch with a big huff. I look over at James to see exactly what he's doing that would make him too busy to do anything that I asked him to.

I cross my arms and raise an eyebrow at him.

He feels my eyes on him and he looks up from the newspaper that he was reading at the table and takes a big bite of the apple that he was basically gnawing on. Why does he like to defy me?

"I told you that we would stop for food."

He shrugs, "Yeah, but, I'm hungry now."

I roll my eyes at him. "Just hurry, we need to hurry."

He huffs, "Well, Vena, it's not a race."

Well, actually, it is: between the sun and I. And I swear to God, I am going to beat it. I'd prefer not to drive in the dark with the roads as icy and snowy as they are.

"Oh, fine, just give me like five minutes and then we can leave," he sets his apple down on the table.

Huh. I guess he took my not replying as ignoring him, when in actuality, I was just thinking. Oh, well, it has the same efficiency.

As promised, James came out of his bedroom with his bag. I guess he did pack like I advised him to days before.

Lately, it's been pretty quiet around here. James and I have been catching up on our school work. It's nice to have this time to finally catch up. Besides that, it's been watching T.V. and sleeping, but really, is that any different than usual?

Yesterday, I went to the doctors. They told me that I can take off my sling next Wednesday. I can't wait. I need both my arms to do anything productive. Trying to type on my computer is a task and a half. I didn't think that typing would be that hard to do with one hand, but boy, that was a wide awakening. I can't do anything. I can't cut my food up. Do you know how dumb it makes me feel when my boyfriend has to cut up my steak? It's not great. Oh, and don't even get me started on texting.

"So you're ready then?" I ask.

"Yes, Vena. We're going to be fine. Here, I'll grab our bags and then you can lock up."

He puts his coat and shoes on and grabs our bags, "Okay, I'll meet you down there." Wow, he managed pretty well with the crutches. I am amazed.

I nod and grab my phone out of my pocket. As he shuts the door behind him, I look around briefly, looking for anything that we might have forgotten.

I dial Grayson's number and bring the phone up to my ear as I look around.

"Hi. We're just about to leave, so I'm going to come down and get your keys."

I hear him clear his throat on the other end. "Why'd you call? You know where I live."

I chuckle, "Well, I don't really want to catch you when you're naked."

"Vena, it's seven in the morning. Normal people don't have that kind of energy to have sex."

I sigh, "Well, I'm just saying. How am I supposed to know your ways? Anyways, I'm coming over to get the keys."

"Okay, I'll be waiting. Do you need help bringing your bags down to the truck?" he asks.

"No, James' got it, but thanks anyways."