Unexpected Turns

Trouble

The next day I went to see Jerry. I felt as though he had lied about being sick. When he is sick his nose is always red and he looks as if he had just woken up from sleep. He looked more like he wasn't happy about something and knowing how jealous he is, I knew why.

His mom opened the door, I greeted her and went straight to Jerry's room.

"Hey Jerry," I smiled as I stood next to the door.

He looked up from laying on his bed and said, "Hi." His face was solemn, it's something I never seen.

I sat next to him and placed the back of my hand on his forehead. It was warm and as I expected, he wasn't sick.

"Don't feel sick anymore?" I asked.

"Never did," he replied with no expression in his voice. It was as if I was talking to a robot.

"My dad gave me some bread for the diner, want to go?" I asked.

"No, I want to stay here."

"On your bed?"

"Yeah."

"Can I stay with you?"

"Do you have to?" He sat up.

"Uh, no. It's okay if you want to be alone," I felt awkward and hostility towards me so I stood up and headed for the door.

"No, stop," he said with a sigh, "it's wrong if we don't talk."

"Okay. I'm listening."

"Sit, please."

"Why should I? You've been crummy and brushing me off like I'm nothing," I snapped, "and now you want me to sit and listen to you blame everything on me. In my book, that's not something anyone would like to listen to from a jerk."

He comes at least a fingers length away from my face, hovering over me, and began talking with his jaw clenched, "I was not going to blame you for anything. Knowing me you should've known how I was when we started this relationship," he puts his hand on my chin and moves my head up so that our eyes align, "I know I'm bad news but I can't help it. I'm just much to edgy. I'm sure you understand."

He kisses me and I push him away.

"You say one thing and you expect to make up just like that," I argue, "no I don't understand, Jerry, I don't. You speak in ways no one could. What do you mean I know what you'd be like when I entered this relationship. Before we were together you were my best friend, you were the one I talked to and the one I felt close to. When we began, I was happy and understood you but now it's like I don't even know you."

He sighs, "what do you want me to do?" He puts his hands in his pockets, "I want to make up with you but you want to push me away."

"Kissing is your way of making up?"

"Yes."

"God, this is not a movie. To make up you need to talk and apologize in a normal way. First you need to be chill to make me cool off. Then talk, let yourself out. Cry if you want, that is the Jerry I want! Be that Jerry, for crying out loud!" I begin to cry.