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The Sharing Song- Jack Johnson
Our knives and forks clinked loudly against our plates as we both ate our breakfast in silence. It was quickly decided by our growling stomachs that breakfast would be needed before we did anything. One food service delivery, three angry phone calls from Meredith, and forty five minutes later, we sat awkwardly picking at the remains of what was our breakfast. The time that we would have to actually talk was quickly approaching, and it seemed both of us were overly reluctant.
Throughout our silent breakfast I was able to pick out little things about my husband. He was very good looking, but not in a conventional way. At first glance he may not appear to be any more handsome than the next average guy on the street. But there seemed to be something about him that just radiated attractiveness. Maybe it was the way he was so polite to the waiter who had delivered our food, or the way his eyes would intently watch me when he thought I couldn’t see him.
“So” he said putting his fork carefully down on his plate. He leaned back in his chair staring at me with his intense eyes again. “How should we start this?” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, wishing that I was wearing my own clothes.
After a short search of our room, we determined that my clothes were, for now, missing. So now I sat in a pair of Kevin’s boxers and a long white button up shirt. It felt so wrongly intimate to be wearing his clothing, especially thinking of everything that had happened the previous night.
“I’m not really sure.” I replied giving up trying to find any sort of comfort in the situation. “This isn’t really like the first day of camp where you go around and say things like ‘Hi my name is Alison Mitchell. I’m a formerly single Gemini who likes to spend her days on the beach and nights eating chocolate.’” I finished in somewhat of a huff. His eyebrow was quirked and I could see a smile beginning to play upon his lips.
“Did you just make that up off the top of your head?” He asked, his smile now escaping its former bonds. I unwillingly blushed.
“Would you believe me if I said yes?” We both laughed at my expense, and somehow the discomfort between us disappeared. Here we were just sitting and laughing as if we were old friends. It felt right in a way that I had never experienced before. “Ok so now that you know a few mortifying things about me, what about you?” I asked. He considered me for a moment before opening his mouth again.
“What would you like to know?” he asked mischievously. For a brief moment I thought he looked eerily like his brother Joe, but the moment passed quickly and he returned to his subtle smile.I considered what he said. What did I want to know about him? My mind was immediately jumbled with questions.
“I guess we should start with the basics.” I finally replied, feeling that the moment was beginning to get tense in the silence. “We can play like a question game, of sorts. You ask me a question about myself, I ask you, and so on.” I felt very proud on myself. We had a plan now. An hour ago I was just a scared girl with no clothes and no plan what so ever. But now here I sat proud, with pretty decent clothing and a plan to boot. At this point it looked like I was doing pretty well for myself.
“Ok, I’ll go first.” Kevin looked at me curiously and I had to will myself not to blush under his judgment. “What is your name?”
“I said that earlier. It’s Alison Mitchell, but everyone calls me Allie.” It was his turn to blush as he realized his stupid mistake. That didn’t last long though. He looked at me expectantly and I realized it was my turn to ask him a question. “Umm… same to you; what is your name?”
“Paul Kevin Jonas II.” He said, and I could sense a little bit of pride in his voice.
“After your father?”
“Hey, it’s not your turn to ask!” he exclaimed jokingly. “But, yes it is after my father.” He paused for a moment considering what his next question would be. My breath hitched in my chest as I thought about it as well. What if he asked me something really personal? Would I answer it, or would I just refuse and end this thing right here? My thoughts were disturbed when he finally opened his mouth to speak. “We are in Ireland, and you obviously live here. So why don’t you have an Irish accent?” All the anticipation that I had built up in my mind suddenly disappeared, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Out of the entire list of questions you could have asked, you asked that?” I laughed at the absurdity. He simply nodded, not fazed by my laughing at all. After a moment I settled myself down, and began to answer. “Ok, so my father was originally from Ireland, but when he married my mother he moved to Seattle, which was her home town. When I was five, my father decided to join the army. After that our lives became a blur of different cities every year. When it was time for me to enter high school my parents decided that I needed a solid home, so I move to Ireland with my grandmother, and I haven’t left since. Does that answer your question?”
He nodded and smiled at me, and I found myself smiling back. We went back and forth like that for an hour, swapping stories and sharing our lives. Most of the time we laughed, and on one occasion I cried. That was when he asked about my mother. He had already told me all about his family. He had gone on and on about his three brothers and his father, but he spoke most fondly about his mother. She was the one that humbles them, hold the family together, and still stay true to her faith. She seemed wonderful. He quickly asked me about my mother, as if it wasn’t a big deal. And, I guess, it wasn’t a big deal.
I very quietly explained to him that last year, right before my eighteenth birthday, my mother passed away of breast cancer. At this point we were quiet for a while, neither of us knowing what to say. I knew people better before I told them about my mother. But if we were really going to stay married, he would have to find out about it eventually. He didn’t look in the eyes for what seemed like hours. Instead his eyes stayed planted on the table that stood between us. After a few minutes he finally looked up, his eyes shining with sympathy.
“I’m sorry” he said simply. There were no bells and whistles about it. He simply said he was sorry, and I believed him. Tears sprung in my eyes, and I tried to will them back. Suddenly a warmth spread over my hand, and I realized that Kevin had reached his hand across the table to cover mine. The simple act of comfort made the tears that I had previously tried to hold back fell freely down my face. But he didn’t shy away or back down like most would in the face of a woman in tears. He simply sat and comforted me in silence.
Luckily that moment passed quickly, and we returned to our game and our laughter. I learned that Kevin’s true love was guitars. He told me all about the band, and the groupies, and he even found his guitar (Which was a great feat due to the messiness of the room itself) and sang a song for me. He said that it would have sounded better if Nick or Joe had sung it, but I felt like he was selling himself short.
At around three o’clock in the afternoon everything appeared to be going well. A sudden knock rang throughout our cluttered room, and we looked at each other apprehensively.
“I’ll get it.” I said quickly hopping up from my chair. I adjusted my shirt to make sure that I was fully covered before walking over to the large doors behind me. I was somewhat aware of a phone ringing behind me, and Kevin’s frantic voice yelling ‘Allie wait!’ But sadly neither of those things penetrated my mind before I swung the door open to what seemed like chaos.
Flashing lights were going off everywhere. People were yelling questions like ‘What is your name?’, ‘How long have you and Kevin been dating?’, ‘Is pregnancy the reason for this sudden marriage?’ I stood unable to move due to shock. Suddenly a group of strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me backwards while slamming the door in the paparazzo’s faces.
I turned around slowly still in his arms. His face looked down at my mournfully down at me. I could imagine my own face shocked, eyes wide and scared. We stood still as statues waiting for the other to say something.
“I guess” he finally said in a low and gruff voice “our secret is out.”