Journey to the Center of Attention

The Morning After

April walks into the kitchen, she sees Jackson brewing some coffee.

"Ahhh!" April squeals. "Jackson, I really have to thank you for taking me out to the bar last night. I really had a ton of fun." She says, hugging him tightly.

"Hmm? Oh yeah. Sure. No Problem." He says, getting a cup out of the cupboard once she's finished smothering him.

"You still haven't said anything about my performances last night? What do you think? A little more jazz? An REO Speedwagon song or-"

"It was adorable." He says irritably.

"Really? Because it doesn't sound like you thought it was adorable."

"I-"

"Whatever. The point that I'm trying to make is that I had tons of fun last night. Without your meddling ways, I never would've gotten a date with George, the pianist."

"What?!" He says, blood boiling.

"Yup!" April tells him happily. "I asked him out last night just before we left and he accepted."

"Tell me you're kidding!"

"Nope." She squeals. "I'm going out with him in a couple of days. If all goes well with this guy, I have you to thank." She tells him. April kisses him on the cheek and exits the kitchen.

He grips his cup so hard that it breaks. He automatically looks up at the sky.

"You did this to me." He says, pointing up at the sky. "I thought you were my homie, man." He pouts.