TROUBLE

Chapter 3 "I'll drive you"

 

 April 2012

I was sitting in the living room with Harry watching TV. He does that now. He just comes to sit in the room with me, but doesn't say anything. You'd think we could have a normal conversation or at least greet each other after living together for two years....but no.

I think the longest conversation we've had was when he was driving me to work and he was trying to get me to tell him about my tattoos. The weirdest part was that we weren't arguing, he was just asking a question and trying to guess the answer. It was...pleasant; the first time we didn't yell at each other. 

Anyway, I saw him get up from the corner of my eye, but I didn't turn my head to see where he was going. I just kept looking at this stupid TV show we were watching. He came back peeling and orange, making all types of citrus-y smells enter the air.

Five minutes later the unexpected happened. "Do you want the rest of this?" He asked. I turned to look at him, and he was looking at me casually like it was normal for him to speak to me "Hello? Do you want it? I can just throw it out if you don't want." He wasn't snapping at me; he was just confused as to why I hadn't answered him. 

He's been doing this a lot lately, asking me stuff like 'do you want the rest' or 'do you want to share'. I just don't know how to respond. 1) why are you talking to me, 2) since when do you talk to me without being prompted, 3) why are you trying to share your food and drinks with me. I never asked him if he wanted tea or if he wanted half of my orange, but he keeps doing this and I don't like it..

But I love oranges.

"Yeah," I reached across the couch grabbing the half orange he was holding "Thanks..." I mumbled as I pulled my hands back.

We went back to silence as I shoved orange wedges in my mouth. My chewing was filling the silence, but I was still confused. I should try to make conversation. Like I said, it's been two years; I should be able to talk to him if I want to.

"Um.....was it too much for you?" I questioned awkwardly.

He didn't even look at me. "I don't want the rest."

"Oh, alright..." Conversation over; back to this random TV show. 

"You and I could make a better TV show than this."

"You and I?" The first thing that came to my mind was You & I by Lady Gaga...or You & I by Anarbor...both love songs, both about caring about someone. Why was this so weird? 

"Yeah, we would argue and everyone would be on my side. I'd be the favorite of the show."

I frowned, "Why would you be the favorite?!"

"Well for one, look at me," I rolled my eyes at him. "Second, I'm not annoying like you are, and lastly, I'm lovable."

"You are not lovable! I'm more lovable than you are!"

He snorted and finally turned his head to look at me. I almost threw up. He looked kind of attractive just then... "No you're not. Not with actual guns tattooed on you." Once again, I almost threw up. He was joking. He was making an actual joke, with me. 

"So you think you're lovable because you have cool tattoos on you?"

"I mean, yeah." He shrugged and I rolled my eyes, "I'm the cool one."

"And what am I?"

"You're the annoying one." He said it like it was the most obvious thing ever, and I lifted an eyebrow at him, "See? That eyebrow thing you do is annoying."