Jake and I are slumped next to each other on our living room couch, watching a random horror movie he chose. I lean into him while he has his left arm relaxing around my shoulders. I throw pieces of popcorn into my mouth while Jake munches down on a bag of peanuts.
I am in the middle of throwing popcorn in Jake's face when the chime of the doorbell echoes. I turn to him with a confused face. Sunday is our lazy day where we stay in our pajamas and watch movies all day while enjoying each other's company. The only time our doorbell rings is when the pizza guy comes, but today we decided against it.
I am about to ask Jake who that could be, but then his lips form a guilty smile. I guess I was the only one not expecting anyone. "Who is it?" I ask with a sassy tone.
Jake pulls on the neck of his gray sweater. "Well, it's not really a 'someone.' It's a... hold on." He begins to explain but then he pauses and jumps off the couch. With his long blue sweat pants swaying back and forth, Jake trots to the door.
I should have guessed. He wasn't expecting someone. He was expecting something. More specifically, a package. It's an obsession usually inhabited by the female, but in our relationship, Jake is the one spending his free time browsing Amazon and Ebay.
"It's finally here!" he announces as he reaches for the medium-sized box on our doorstep and brings it inside. He shuts the door with the heel of his foot and comes waddling in.
"Really babe? Another package? That's like your tenth this month alone!" I whine.
Jake laughs at my remark. "I know, I know. But this package is actually really cool! Hold on, let me grab a knife." He sets the package on the floor walks out of the room. He is back a few seconds later with a blade in his fist.
I sit with my arms crossed over my chest, waiting to see what useless thing Jake ordered this time. "If it's another beanie or snap-back-"
He cuts me off. "Don't worry, it's not. It's way better than that." He slices the last piece of tape from the top. Then he opens up the flaps to reveal the box filled with foam peanuts. Jake starts to dig through them to take out something from the bottom.
"So what is it then?" I still ask, knowing that whatever else he ordered will still be something he doesn't need.
What I see in his hands are two futuristic-looking glasses. They have a glossy white color and one straight neon blue line forms across. "Jake, what did you buy? Do you really need a pair of nerd glasses?" I tease.
He is too invested in his new toy that he doesn't take his eyes off the glasses as he answers me. "It's called Live. Life in Virtual Experience." He keeps turning the glasses around, inspecting it as if it's some sort of holy grail. "When they started selling these, they only made 2,000 of them. They sold out in minutes, but I was lucky enough to get a pair. This video game takes you inside it, as if you are actually apart of the game. These are the first of their kind to be sold in America. I've been waiting for these for months!"
I just shake my head as I smile. Jake is so excited, like a little kid with his brand new toy car. "Jake," I start, "That sounds way too good to be true. You know you just wasted your money, right?"
"You know what?" he says to me as he sets the glasses down and walks over. "I really don't like your negativity. You need to lighten up!" Then he reaches his arms out and goes for my belly.
I fall back the couch as I react by trying to push Jake off of me. I laugh as his fingers squeeze my skin. "Jake! Stop it!" I beg. "You win! Okay! Stop!"
He is laughing just as hard as me when he removes his hands from my body. "Now that I lifted up your mood, let's start gaming, shall we?" He goes over to pick up the glasses again.
