Moving Forward

Chapter 16: Harry Johnson

I woke up to the smell of chicken and salsa. As I fully opened my eyes, I also noticed I wasn't at my house. Everything was white except for a carpet and fireplace. Then I realized I knew this house.

"Wake up asshole," I heard a voice that felt like a sonic boom. My head begin to ring as I turned to the source who was no other than Johnathan. Last time I checked we were at his house drinking while I complained about Chris. I couldn't believe he moved on that fast and the guy he left the coffee shop with wasn't even all that good looking. I rubbed at my head as I sat up slowly. Through white blinds of the window I saw that it was dark outside. John approached me with a glass of water and Advil. He plopped down next me and pushed the pills towards me.

"Take these," He said sounding irritated, "And we are leaving once we eat."

"What has your thongs in a bunch?" I asked taking the pills and water.

"You have been a pain in my ass all day," He yelled and I put my hand over his mouth to say, "I understand you are pissed but my skull feels like it's on fire. So please can you whisper?"

He groaned as I let go and then whispered, "Your fucking skull wouldn't be on fire if you weren't stupid."

I rolled my eyes as he continued, "I understand you felt bad but it was your fault. You should have told Chris what was going on. Plus, you had sex with someone else too, so you shouldn't be mad."

"That isn't why I- "

"Bullshit Harry! You think your shit is always justified but now that someone has the balls to do something back to you, you want to act heartbroken."

"Its not an act John," I stressed to him, "I really like him."

"Oh...I know," He stated, "You kept saying it over and over while we were at my house. Then you forced me to take you here and you made a total idiot of yourself."

"Huh," I asked confused but then I looked around again. I knew the colors seemed familiar but I thought everything I did was a horrible dream. Then Evan walked in from the kitchen and said, "If you guys want chicken tacos, they are ready."

Seeing him I knew that I had made a fool of myself. I actually cried and thought I was drowning. Then I remembered what I said to Chris.

"Oh my God," I yelled into my hands as Johnathan slowly got up from the couch.

"I'm going to eat and then we are leaving, "he stated, "You really need to go home."

I didn't even hear what he had to say because I still couldn't believe what I said. Chris must have been completely freaked out when I said I thought I loved him. We hadn't even completely gotten to know each other yet and here I was coming out with the L word. I took my face out of my hands and saw Chris coming into the living room. He was wearing red plaid pajamas and a black tank. He looked almost scared to approach me. He sat down in the space next to me and then punched the shit out of my shoulder.

"I couldn't hit you while you were drunk," He expressed as I rubbed my shoulder trying to soothe the pain, "You are such a dumb ass, man. I mean who gets drunk in the middle of the fuckin' day because of drama they started?"

So much for him being over what happened. I'm just glad he wasn't ripping me apart. Even though I hate that I had to it bring up, I knew it had to be said. I asked, "Did I mention anything to you about love?"

He froze and all the anger was replaced with fear. That was all the answer I needed as I hopelessly fell out on the couch. I had made a complete fool of myself and Chris now knows that I was just an asshole in good clothes.