Divine Complement

12 - Boring Showers

We sat by the hidden lake for a while.  It had to be for a few hours.  It was so intoxicatingly peaceful.  I wanted to live here.

"Okay, but you have to admit, if a llama ran up to you, you would pet it!  Like, how could you not!"  We were being obnoxiously loud in such a quiet place.  It seemed to be such a rude gesture.  He got quiet after his laughter died down.

"Aubrey... do you know why your memory is so…bad sometimes?"  Why did he want to talk about this?  How did he even know my memory was bad?

"Yeah, it was an accident at the park."  He awkwardly shifted beside me.  I raised my eyebrow.

“The park?”  He nodded.

"That little kid, it was, um, me.  I hated myself.  Hell, I still hate myself.  I was the cause of someone blacking out for a week.  You know, I avoided baseball for a month.  It was killing me, but it was also the reason I could've possibly killed someone.  I could bar-"  I cut him off.

"That was you?  Oh my God, your eyes.  I knew they seemed familiar, oh my God.  I knew something about them when we first met.  My bad memory hinged that!"  I snorted as I hit his arm.  He looked at me worriedly.

"You, you're not mad?"  I rolled my eyes.

"Bren, it happened nine years ago, I can't be mad at you for that.  It was an accident, it's fine.  My memory might hate you a little, but I don't.  It's okay, really."  He seemed to relax a little.  Was it really bugging him that much?

"Well, my eyes are pretty rad, aren't they?"  He widened his eyes at me.  Jesus, they were.  

And then I got a sharp pain in my stomach.  I need to take care of my lady needs.  I need to go home and take a shower.  I checked my phone and had a few texts from Marietta and some other people telling me happy birthday.

It was 3 AM when I successfully snuck back in to my room.  I quickly got in and out of the shower, trying to make as little noise as possible.

I read Marietta's texts.

"Happy Birthday!" with a long ass paragraph.

"Where the fuck are you?!"

"I stopped by at 5 but your mom said you weren't home.."

"B..."

It was 3 in the morning but I still called her.  She answered on the second ring and started yelling.  I was about to go deaf.

"Where the fuck have you been young lady!  My God, I was looking all over for you!  Well, not exactly, but I was trying to find you!  Well, okay, maybe not that either.  But I was worried!  Jesus Christ, woman!"  I laughed to myself and laid down in my bed.  I realized I had Brennen's hoodie on my floor.

"Um, I was with Brennen," I trailed off.

"Oh my God, you wasted your compleanno di stare con quel coglione?" She started mouthing off in Italian and I rolled my eyes.  It was a habit she picked up on.  I could not understand Italian, no matter how hard she tried to teach me.

"Translate?"

"You wasted your birthday to be with that asshole?"  I sighed.

"He's not an asshole, Mar.  You only saw that part of him at the date.  He's really sweet."  She gagged on the other end.

"Okay, okay.  Whatever.  Since you ditched me, why don't we have a day out, let's say... next Saturday?  Just us two."  I smiled.  I loved Marietta so much.

"Yeah, that sounds great.  But I'm tired; I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Siete stanchi di ottenere sessuale con Brennen?"  I didn't even bother asking her what it meant.  It was along the lines of something sexual.