The Date Planner

1.5. Good Old Times

"Well, these cashmere gloves I need as it is winter, and I have... Hands"

Rebecca Bloomwood's voice resonates through the whole apartment as we chew on popcorn in front of the in-house theatre TV set, on the couch.

Watching 'Confessions of a Shopaholic' for the hundredth time with a bucket of popcorn in between us as we slump on each other.

It's our usual Saturday night or movie night agenda of the day. We've not been able to have time for it lately and after a really long time doing this seems like a homecoming.

Especially to me.

I smile at the thought.

"You know what, I can't imagine how Luke couldn't see Rebecca's love for him", Jason comments from beside me, while chewing on popcorn not so messy-ly.

I give him a look that says, 'Say what?' but he's too engrossed in the movie to actually notice it.

"Well, if not for 'Alicia fucking long legs'", I air quote and grumble as I stuff my face with popcorn before shrinking into my seat.

Instantly a memory of our high school pops into my head as I remember how Jason was crowned the prom king and one of the the literal queen bitches of high school and one of my favorite(note the sarcasm) bullies of mine A. K. A. Alexandria Campbell who was crowned the prom queen.

Even though I was Jason's date for prom because obviously being the kind one Jason is, he volunteered to be mine when Alexandria warned everyone to not ask me out for it.

I was confused as to why nobody wanted to go to prom with me when Jason told me about what Alexandria has been cooking behind my back.

Hence, he took me to prom with him as his date. Alexandria was hoping he would take her and asked him to be his date but when he told her he already asked me and I said yes, she was fuming.

Yeah, not a pretty sight but we dealt with it together or he did for me.

Pretty much the same thing.

Poor Jason had to dance with her for atleast a song, as per tradition after he was given the title of prom king. Even though I was a bit mad that he had too, I couldn't hold in my laughter when I saw him literally squirming in her arms while she was all over him.

That was a sight for sore eyes.

The thing that he hooked up with her at a party which I didn't attend because I was a nerd back then(still am), once when he was drunk, hurt me but I didn't object it and I had no right to anyway. Though I did express my distaste towards it. He was sorry himself too about it so I forgave him without much of a hassle because honestly who can actually deny his puppy face? I bet, no one.

Don't mind me, Jason and I have both dated a few people in the past; me, significantly less because I hardly had or still do have no love life. I dated because I wanted to not be reminded of the fact that he was probably sleeping with someone else; drowning the pain it brought along. And he dated because he could.

It's always been like that with us.

Jason would bet that I would leave the guy I started dating about in a month's time and would always include with him drunk dialing me while at some random girl's house(probably sleeping with her) to pick him up.

He's always been a kind of a player no matter the how much of a gentleman he is but suspiciously those months included a significant increase in the numbers which was pretty exhausting with him but I managed.

Now, looking back it still hurts but it's already in the past now, so I try not to fret over it.

"Well, she's not that bad to be honest", he half smirks before shrugging.