What It's Like Loving an Idiot

Thirty Nine || Against My Skin

"Yes, I'm sure, Vena. I wouldn't of said it if I wasn't sure. Plus, it's not like I can't handle your family and besides, your mom loves me," James stops to put some eggs in the cart. He struggles to hold himself up and put the eggs in the cart at the same time. He hands them to me and I set them into the cart for him.

I nod. As we walk down the aisles, I come up with more questions to ask him, trying to find a reason to why he will regret this. I shake my head, "Okay, but what about Orlando?"

He looks at me, a soft smile on his mouth. "What about him, Darling?"

I lean on the cart as I push it, "He's, you know, trouble."

He shrugs, "Vena, it's not like I can't handle myself and can't deal with him. I've done it before and I can do it again."

I sigh as I continue down the aisle. "Okay, fine. Sure, you're good with dealing with him, but what about your parents? Do they even know that you invited my very large family?" I ask him, suddenly feeling a rush of fear overrun me. Do James's parents have any idea at all how big my family is? Would they even have room for us? On top of that, these are boys, they're rowdy, no matter their age.

He scoffs, "Darling, my parents love you, and your family isn't a problem. I mean, you've been to the restaurant, it's pretty big, so I don't think there's anything to worry about, I really don't." He looks at me, a small smile appearing.

Of course, I know he's right, I know that what I'm doing is what I constantly do and that's the act of overthinking. In actuality, I know that my family will love going to dinner at such a fancy place and the only person who will have a problem with it being James's families is Orlando. It's always ever been Orlando's problem.

By the time we've finished our grocery shopping, James and I decided to go over to Macy's before we go home to make dinner, well, really, I decided.

The store is pretty empty as James and I make our way through it. I mean, it would make sense, most people should be at home eating their dinner, but instead, we're here looking through clothes because most of mine are starting to go. As I'm browsing through the activewear, I hear James groan from beside me. I look beside me and my eyes immediately fall to the seat that he's sitting in.

"How long are we going to be here for?" he complains.

I give him a look that tells him that he's being ridiculous. Now, it's not like we've been here for five hours, no, it's been fifteen bloody minutes, that's it. If he didn't have anywhere to sit with his injury and all then I would be more apt to give him my pity, but all he is is bored.

"I don't know, let me find a few things and then we can go," I try to assure him, but I'm not even sure how long I'll be.

After that James goes silent, which allows me the chance to concentrate on finding some clothes.

"Why are you looking at activewear, you never leave the couch anyway."

I spin my head and glare at him, but a stupid amused look is his expression. I shake my head and look back at the perfectly folded leggings. "They're comfortable."

"You can be comfortable in whatever you're wearing if you're staying in one spot for a long time," I hear James reply again. I just know that he's trying to get on my nerves. Oh, he so knows.

I choose to not give him a reaction, which prompts him to laugh from his spot. "You're so cute," he compliments me, but, I still don't look back at him.

Of course, I'm not mad at him for his little insults, mostly because they're not that good and well, partly true, but I won't give him that satisfaction.