What a jerk

A Sunday morning

"Why is this not working... come on, you stupid piece of metal" I mumble over my laptop. A knock on the door tears me out of my thoughts. "Coming!" I yell down the hallway. Who could that be on a Sunday morning?

"I need your help." Chris rushes in as soon as I open the door and hurries into the kitchen. "Well, good morning to you too!" I reply. This guy. "Look, I have a meeting this afternoon, I prepared some stuff on my laptop and then boom – it went dark. I can't turn it on again." He takes his laptop out of his messenger bag an puts it on the kitchen table.

"Really? I thought 'turn ons' were your specialty!" I say with a grin and lean against the door frame. He looks at me mad. "I am surprised you are up that early. Are you sure there's not a girl waiting for you in your bedroom, all confused about your absence?" I laugh. I am jealous. I am sure he took another one home last night. It's easier making fun of it. Another angry look from Chris. "Okay, this is not funny Megs. I am in trouble if I can't get this script back."

"Alright, alright, calm down. Let me have a look." I sit down at the kitchen table. I press the ON button. Nothing. "What did you do?" I ask him.

"Nothing, I did nothing, it just died!" Chris paces up and down in the kitchen. I sigh and turn around to look at him. "Okay, first of all, you must have done SOMETHING. What were you doing when it went out?"

"Reading an e-mail. Maybe... clicked on a link. Or button. Somehow." I grin. He gets mad again."Megs... seriously!" I laugh. I just can't help but laugh, seeing his helpless and mad expression. "I'm gonna fix it. Don't worry." I take the laptop and go to my room, Chris following me as if I was carrying his firstborn.

I place his laptop on my desk and look for a booting CD. This will be back up in now time, but I enjoy seeing him like that, so I decide to take my time and tease the hell out of him. That's what you get for making fun of my job all the time. Chris is standing behind me as I start re-booting his laptop. "Yes!" he screams as it starts. "That's just half the job Chris!" I tell him. "God knows what you got on here. Could be serious. Could have deleted your hard drive. That means 'bye-bye' script, and everything else you have on here." I laugh inside.

"Are you kidding me!" he yells and rubs his face. He lets himself fall onto my bed. "I am gonna kill myself!" he whines. "Please don't do that on my bed Chris." I calmly state. Wait. Chris. On my bed. What the hell. Damnit. My blanket will smell like him. I know it. I turn around and look at him. He sits up and stares at me. "Can you please fix it? This is really important. I will never ever make fun of your job again, I swear" he begs. I start to feel sorry for him. "I am sure it's gonna be okay. I am running a virus scan, might take a few minutes, then we'll see." I get up and watch the monitor.

Chris gets up and steps next to me. Awkward. He has never been in here. I feel embarrassed. Why? I don't know. I don't want him in here. It's like he is going to be able to read me, read my life, my thoughts. And as he sees me looking around, so does he. "So this is your room, I've never been in here" he states. Grabs a book from my nightstand. 'A little history of everything'. He looks at me in awe. "I read this book! It was awesome!" I bite my lip. "Yeah, I like it too" I reply. "I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff." he says and puts it back on my nightstand. "Well, you don't know a lot of things about me" I say, surprised by that answer. Was that a witty comment... from me?

"I guess so" he says and continues to look around. A record player with a bunch of records is his next target. "You like records? That's pretty cool." He squats down to go through my collection. I don't like it. Although I like the view. I can see a bit of his back as his shirt moves up. Skin. Boxers. Damnit. "Let me see what you have." He is invasive as he just goes through my collection. "Wow that is a good album" he says as he takes out a Led Zeppelin record. Please stop. He gets up, takes another look around. How long does this damn program need to scan his laptop? Suddenly he grins. He points at a dress that is hanging on my closet door. It's a pretty green dress I bought the other day. It's a bit shorter with a bit more cleavage than what I normally wear, well, IF I wear dresses at all. I am more a jeans girl.

"Megs, dude, what is this?" he giggles and grabs the hanger with the dress on. "Since when are you wearing hot stuff like that? You never seem to dress up in pretty dresses like that! Trying to seduce one of the computer guys at your office?" He laughs and gives me a silly look. I grab the dress out of his hands and put it into the closet. I'm kind of hurt by that comment. Dude? Really Chris? That's how you see me? I sure was thinking about his reaction if he'd see me in it. I wasn't thinking about something like that though.

"Well, for the record, I am a girl, I DO wear dresses and I DO look pretty every now and then, believe it or not. You might just not notice that, Chris." Wow. Another great comeback. I am on a roll today.

His grin disappears. "Sorry... didn't mean to sound mean." He puts his hands in his pockets, and thank god the laptop makes a sound. We look at each other for a moment. I quickly turn to check his laptop. As I sit down to check his files, including the script that is in fact still there, he steps behind me. "Yes, that's the one I needed. Thank god."

"Okay, everything looks fine. You caught a virus, nothing serious. Better get your firewall updated. And stop clicking on links in e-mails." I close the laptop. Without saying anything else, still mad about his comment, I hand him his laptop. "Thank you so, so much Megs, I would have been lost without you." he says. "How can I..." he starts but I interrupt him.

"It's okay dude, that's what friends are for." Take your DUDE and shove it up your... "Really, I would like to make it up to you, I mean I came here unannounced and you took your time." He puts his best puppy look in. What the hell Chris? Seriously? He is trying to play his puppy trick on me?

"Told you, not a big deal. Glad I could help out." I say and take a seat on my chair again. I don't need him to do anything, just because he feels like he has to. I would want him to do something because he wants to, but not like that.

"Well... okay, look I really have to go. But we'll see each other on the weekend, let me at least buy you a drink then, ok?" he says while leaving the room. "Mhmm." I murmur. I get up and follow him into the kitchen, where he packs his laptop. "Okay. Thank you again Megs. That was really cool of you" he says and puts his hands on my shoulders. "Tell Scott I'll call him later" he yells as he jogs of the door. Bang. Entrance door shuts.

I am standing in the kitchen like an idiot. What was that? 'Dude'? Fucking jerk.