The Connection

ch. 5

"So, you wanna tell me about that tosser, Jason," he says.

"Sure, it would be nice to talk about it," I admit.

After a while of talking, it continues...

"Jason was also in a band, it was called..." I pause, "Oh! I remember! 5 seconds of summer," I say.

"Hm," he says.

"His songs always directly correlated with his life, like exactly how he feels." I say.

"So, one time when there was a song about how he is starting to not love me anymore, I asked him about it and he told me it was true," I explain, "Of course I got mad, he said he still wanted to be with me even though he didn't love me because of his social status. If I tried to break up with him he would... that's not important. But that was how he took advantage of me."

"Oh i'm so sorry," Thomas says.

"Hm, don't be, it's not your fault," I say.

I walk over to the closet and pull out a pink shirt with three roses on the front. I turn the other way from Thomas and pull it off, I put the pink one on and then look for my black jeans.

"Uh, what are you doing?" he asks.

"Oh! Thomas! I'm sorry I forgot you were in here for a sec! Did you see anything?!" I ask.

"No, but warn me next time," he chuckles. I laugh too and he leaves the room and I change.

When I get back out, I see him in a brand new outfit and I smile at him.

"I'm headed out to get some aspirin, wanna come?" I ask.

"Sure, love," he says and holds out his arm for us to link arms.

I weave my arm into his and we walk outside and into his car.

"When did you and Jason break up?" he asks out of nowhere.

"Oh, um, about a month ago," I admit.

We drive quickly to the store and drive back, listening to the radio.