The Truth About You

Chapter 1: Movie Nights & Elevator Chats

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"Kiss or Kill?"

  I looked up at Macon--who was making himself comfortable on my basement futon--holding the DVD of the movie 'Kiss or Kill'. It's Tuesday and that means 'Movie Night'. Every Tuesday Macon and I sit downstairs in my basement with the same blue cashmere hospital-like blanket, same yellow plastic popcorn bowl and same obnoxious DVD Player that always crashes 15 seconds into every movie so you have to skip to 00:00:16 to avoid any dis-function. "I don't know, Tiffany Peters is sexy though." Macon said.

  I rolled my eyes, my back turned to Macon so he couldn't see. "Is that your only argument playboy?" I challenged but I don't put the movie back.

"Wait, Eleanor stop."

  I don't open my eyes. The memory of Macon and I turns to darkness as Dr. Fairleigh's words pull me back to reality. I can hear the sound of her Staples ink pen scribbling down notes on her clipboard--probably Staples bought too. "So you and Macon have movie nights?" Was she even listening to what I just said, why is she repeating this over again?

  I should've never said yes to coming to Dr. Fairleigh, in fact I blame Dr. Phil...for convincing my eccentric Mother that children of divorced parents need a Doctor to help them release a reserved anger. What? I nod, "Yes. Macon and I get together every Tuesday." I can almost feel her nodding, her lips are probably pursed and her thin framed glasses perched on her witch-like nose. "...OK, very interesting." Is my hour up yet? "Are you always the one to pick the movie?" What kind of questions are these, is this a therapy time or an interrogation session like Law & Order?

"Yes, it's always me. Actually..." Her silence makes me think that she's writing something bad down. "I look at the movies and Macon picks them." She doesn't say anything and the sound of her note taking makes me hold my breath, if I can hear the pen can she hear my breathing? "Oh, Eleanor continue...you didn't put the Kiss or Kill DVD back..."

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  "Why are you jealous that your not as sexy as Tiffany Peters?" I blushed and turned around, my thumb over Tiffany Peter's face. "Don't worry Ellie, your just as pretty." Macon assured and I sat down next to him. For a second I don't say anything, pretty is not the same as sexy. I don't know why I let Macon do that to me? Insult me then compliment me.

  The only close to sexy I've ever gotten is Freshmen year when my other best friend June and I went into Victoria's Secret, we tried on matching American Flag thongs and walked out of the changing room in them--needless to say we got kicked out of the outlet but the memory of me wearing it while Tata Young's "Sexy Naughty Bitchy Me" played is  forever etched into my brain.

  June was a Sophomore at the time while I was a Freshmen--she told me that last year her and her sister's did the same thing; that it was an Freshmen initiation for super cool girls. 

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  "Hold on Eleanor." Dr. Fairleigh is interrupting...again! "Do you, June and Macon ever get together?" That's an easy question, I drop my hands from my stomach to the sides of the velvet couch which I'm lying on. My eyes are still closed. "No, I'm a Junior now. June is a Senior and Macon is a Freshmen in College--he goes to..." I trail off, I don't remember where Macon goes to College...or University, there is no Christmas Time memory of him wearing a school sweater or Football Team pictures in my room, just that he's rarely around now a days.