Not A TV Life...

Chapter 13

"You're so.... arrogant!" Jesse yelled at me.

"Me?! Mr. Five-hours-in-the-bathroom-fixing-his-hair-can't-do-anything-wrong-Jesse?"

"Good. I'm glad you agree!"

"Jesse!...." Jess and I had been arguing for a good fifteen minutes. It was three days before Christmas, and we were both a little stressed. He hadn't slept well for a few days and was tired; I was tired, super stressed out, and had awful morning sickness. Not to mention the constant hormonal battle going on inside of me.

"Becky!!" Jesse shouted above my complaints.

"What?!?"

He grabbed my arm and thrust his lips against mine. I guess he was fed up with our bickering! "Let's just both calm down."

"Calm down? How can I possibly calm down after you kiss me like that?"

Jesse smiled. "No more fighting?"

"No more fighting." I kissed him and we went downstairs for some water.

"What would Dad like better?" Michelle asked Stephanie. "Brillo cream or floor wax?"

She laughed. "Tell you what: I'll get Dad the Brillo cream, and you get him the floor wax."

"Deal."

"Doing some last minute Christmas shopping?" I asked with my head in the fridge.

"Yep. DJ's taking us; we're just waiting for her."

"Oh, Steph, something- something just popped into my head. When you're looking for Brillo cream, make sure you don't pick up Brylcreem." Jess sat down with his water and chicken.

"What kinda idiot would confuse Brillo cream with Brylcreem?"

"Let's just say it can happen."

Steph and Michelle shrugged and went outside.

"Brylcreem confused with Brillo cream? Pray tell, Jesse." I sat down with my snack- sardines, ice cream, pickles, and Goldfish crackers.

"I was six; I couldn't read. So when my mom said, "go get Brylcreem for your father", I came back with shoe polish."

I smiled, trying to hold back a laugh.

Jesse looked at me. "oh, alright. Go ahead and laugh... Besides, it was my dad's hair that suffered, not mine."

We both started laughing, having completely forgotten our little spat.

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That night, I sat up and stared into the darkness. Remember how I said everything was back to normal? Well... not quite. I still had PTS, and it was getting worse.

I looked down at Jesse who was in his regular position; on his stomach, left arm off the bed. "Hey, Jess? Are you awake?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Hey, Jess, are you putting pressure on your shoulder?"

"Mm-mm."

"Hey, Jess, isn't it great that DJ's home?" Obviously, I was just trying to get him to talk.

"Mm-hmm."

"Hey, Jess-"

"Hey, Beck."

"What?"

"Why aren't you asleep?" He asked sleepily.

"Oh...um, I can't close my eyes."

"Why?"

"Oh, um.... cause I see that awful scene." Jesse's unfortunate event of being shot was known as "That awful/ugly scene."

"Hold up," Jess pushed himself up with one arm, and failed. It was sorta funny to watch him get up. He turned the light on and looked at me as he sat on his knees. "Again?"

I shook my head. "Still."

"I thought you got over that."

"I just said that cause you were stressing out, and the doctor said you needed to stay calm. I didn't wanna worry you."

"Thank you.... You know what you have to do, don't you?"

I didn't answer; I was too busy staring at his bare chest.

"Becky?"

"Huh?"

"You know what you have to do, don't you?"

"Try to lick it again?"

"No, I think you gotta go to a shrink."

I nodded. "I was afraid of that."

"Look, Christmas is in two days, let's forget about the shrink till... after New Year's."

"Deal."