The good life slippin' away
Fuck, shit, stupid, gah…Mikey, how could you be such a dumbass. You don’t tell the girl you’re dating and completely in love with that you’re brother has an entire sketch pad filled with drawings of her. I’ve probably either scared her away or am going to drive her to want to be with my older brother.
I chew the last of my waffle and look at Amber who hasn’t spoken since I opened my mouth about the pictures. I want to bring up something else but I really don’t know what to say. I’ll probably just screw things up again.
“So,” Amber says finally breaking the silence that was filling the room. “What are we going to do today?”
“You’re not going home?” I question. Great Mikey, way to sound like a jerk…I suck at relationships.
“Well, I wasn’t planning on it but I can leave if you want.”
“I want you to stay right” – I kiss her cheek – “here.”
“Then here I shall stay until three then I’ve got to kidnap your brother and drag him to Newark.”
Amber nods but doesn’t elaborate any further. I don’t press the issue. The thing I find to be interesting is the fact that Gerard agreed to go to Newark…he hates the city. Maybe Amber is just extremely persuasive. Whatever it is I just think its good to know my brother is actually doing something and not just sitting around moping. Working Gee means a Gerard with a lot less chance of getting drunk.
“That’s nice…it’s good to see someone can motivate him,” I respond kinda wishing I could be there too.
It’s not that I don’t trust my brother it’s just that sometimes he’s a bit…well…he can just be himself and that’s not always the best. I love Gee but he just doesn’t know when to stop. I hope a lack of alcohol in his system will help with the judgmental aspect of things.
“He needs to be able to not be stuck at home,” Amber responds with a smile her head finding its’ way to my shoulder.
“Thank you for being awesome, Mikey,” she whispers.
Me awesome, where is this coming from? I’ve been the farthest thing from awesome ever since I was born. I’m a nerdy kid who wears glasses, has asthma, suffers from panic attacks and is socially awkward. Why the hell would a beautiful girl like Amber call me awesome? I just don’t get it.
“You’re welcome….” I respond still confused.
She then takes my hand, pulling me up to my room. Once inside she moves a few CDs aside with her foot, heading towards the movie cabinet that is still partially open. Looking inside she eventually pulls out a movie I’ve not watched in years…Silence of the Lambs. I’m actually surprised she picked that one.
“Wanna watch a movie?” she questions an eyebrow raised.
“Fuck yeah,” I answer taking the case from her before heading back downstairs to where our TV is set up in the living room.
Putting in our movie I plop down on the couch next to Amber, wrapping my arm around her. She rests her head on my shoulder, sighing as the movie starts. Life is good.