Eric's sister had called while he was fixing himself some canned soup. Tomato soup. It was his first meal of the day, and it was growing dark out, just past 6 in the evening.
"What are you doing?" She questioned.
"Masturbating." Wasn't that what she wanted to hear? She said nothing for the longest time. He smiled. "Soups on, what do you think?" She always put him in a soured mood.
"How are things?"
"Just lovely." As if he'd tell. Tell her he had gone to class in his PJs with his coat on and his snow boots. He'd shuffled through the day. Said a word no one until just now. "Everything is dandy."
"Please, you're turning me on, dear brother." She gave him a heavy sigh. "Why can't you tell me, everything is shit. Mum hasn't heard from you in weeks."
"So." He squinted. He watched the red soup bubble. "I've been busy. Its true."
"I bet."
"The cat has put a hex on me, can't even get a date." He told her.
"You're such a crybaby. Always have been."
"And you were born a bitch." He couldn't help but say back. "Look, remember Elliot?"
"Elliot who?" She mocked.
"You know," Eric sighed. "He's getting married. Any chance you could fuck up the wedding?"
His sister just laughed.
"Why? What's in it for you?" Dora chuckled.
"Nothing."
"Has to be something."
"All right, I might have knocked someone up." Eric confessed while pouring his soup in his big black bowl. The bowl he ate all his meals in.
"What?" Now she was awake, on her toes, it seemed. "When did this happen?"
"Over the summer." He blew on his soup. He wasn't really hungry now. He might let it turn cold. "In Italy.'
"You knocked up an Italian girl?"
"No. Someone from back home who was there. It was clearly a mistake." He'd settled on that being the correct answer now. "It seems Amanda is with good old Elliot now. They are engaged."
"And, you, are you sure its yours?" Dora sounded as if it might not be.
"Have I been that lucky yet?" He winced.
"You poor sad little man," she mocked. "Eric, if she's not after you, let her alone. Let her have her own little family. "
"Yeah, of course." He sighed. Honestly, it wasn't that simple. It was still quite a mystery to him that he was no where close to finding the answer too. Soon the phone call ended. His chest hurt so badly as if a cold wind consumed it. He stared at the soup. Somehow, he felt he'd always be in the cold when it came to Amanda.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
if this is it
"Is this like a party?" Ellie was asking. She was holding on to Charlie who had a runny nose. She had one herself.
"Dinner party." Nick reminded her. "Just Sunday dinner. Except at 6, like usual." They always had roast beef or chicken. Something decent to gorge themselves on. With all the fix'ns. Everyone chipped in.
"And you invited Eric?" She guessed she was OK with it.
"I thought Liv would be sad or something, not you. She's fine with it." Nick and Heath were putting a stew together at the moment. A nice warm cozy meal. Heath was making biscuits. He was talking to Charlie who seemed fascinated how he mixed ingredients together.
"Won't he be like the 3rd wheel, or something." Ellie winced. It didn't seem fair to have everyone coupled, but him.
"I'll ask around, OK. Um, I think Bridget's sister might be in. Should I ask if they could come?" Nick looked at her.
"I dunno."
"That Bridget is sex bomb, who would have thunk it?" Roger was peeling potatoes. He edged in on the conversation. "Who knows, her sister could be a prostitute of some kind."
"She's a bio-chem major." Nick glared at Roger as if to shut him up. Ellie just smiled. This dinner might be fun. They'd said Ravi and Bridget were a riot at Halloween.
"Dinner party." Nick reminded her. "Just Sunday dinner. Except at 6, like usual." They always had roast beef or chicken. Something decent to gorge themselves on. With all the fix'ns. Everyone chipped in.
"And you invited Eric?" She guessed she was OK with it.
"I thought Liv would be sad or something, not you. She's fine with it." Nick and Heath were putting a stew together at the moment. A nice warm cozy meal. Heath was making biscuits. He was talking to Charlie who seemed fascinated how he mixed ingredients together.
"Won't he be like the 3rd wheel, or something." Ellie winced. It didn't seem fair to have everyone coupled, but him.
"I'll ask around, OK. Um, I think Bridget's sister might be in. Should I ask if they could come?" Nick looked at her.
"I dunno."
"That Bridget is sex bomb, who would have thunk it?" Roger was peeling potatoes. He edged in on the conversation. "Who knows, her sister could be a prostitute of some kind."
"She's a bio-chem major." Nick glared at Roger as if to shut him up. Ellie just smiled. This dinner might be fun. They'd said Ravi and Bridget were a riot at Halloween.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
good as gold
Elliot knew Amanda didn't like to talk about it, but yeah, something had been going on with them for some time.
True, it started out as perhaps a small gesture. It had turned out big in the long run. Not that he was going to start a blog about it. But, he could smile about it in his own way. It had started with a blow job.
OK, it was kind of funny now when he thought about it. It wasn't like OH MY GOD... GIVE ME YOUR PENIS kind of thing. Maybe she just felt sorry for him. Nothing really happened after he broke up with Ellie. And Amanda had been such a good friend. And they were friends and still friends. She did listen to him. It was like she wanted to hear his problems because she didn't have a problem. Really.
She was still with Kyle. He guessed. But he didn't think she felt all that sexy, anymore. After the baby. And he was just as depressed maybe. Classes were getting to him. He didn't quite have that sexy boy attitude anymore. It was all so lame. Everything.
And she was over and he'd thought about asking her if he could sketch her breasts, but he didn't. After all, she was a friend and well, the breasts were made for breast feeding, he supposed. But she was amazingly sexy after having a baby.
He flat out told her she could get any guy she wanted. He didn't know why he said it. He even asked if that sounded gay, but she said it didn't. And well, they kissed. He'd really wanted her. He did, but she said, no. And really, it hurt his ego so much that she'd said, no. Of course, he couldn't remember if it hurt him emotionally or just the sex part. Maybe it was both. And that's when it happened. He just couldn't talk her into intercourse. So that's all he got. And afterwards, he was very OK about that.
Nobody had ever done that for him before. It was shocking. Well, maybe when someone was drunk or kind of a dare, but usually drunk..did that sort of thing happen. He didn't clearly remember if it were any good, either. This was just something at 2 in the afternoon. Sober and sunshine. Through and through. It sort of changed things for him after that.
He didn't even want to try to date. Really. He had Amanda. Every couple of months. She'd make him feel better. At his place. Maybe he was actually gay. He started to think, but he didn't tell her that. Instead, he was patience and wham. Long time coming, but very well worth it. Just something on side. He guessed for her. And all along he had his schedule of getting through the University. Conversations on the phone with her. It was all so laid back, and it wasn't until last of summer that the sex came. All of it. Uncovered and his way. How could something possibly ruin it now? It was good as gold as far as Elliot was concerned.
True, it started out as perhaps a small gesture. It had turned out big in the long run. Not that he was going to start a blog about it. But, he could smile about it in his own way. It had started with a blow job.
OK, it was kind of funny now when he thought about it. It wasn't like OH MY GOD... GIVE ME YOUR PENIS kind of thing. Maybe she just felt sorry for him. Nothing really happened after he broke up with Ellie. And Amanda had been such a good friend. And they were friends and still friends. She did listen to him. It was like she wanted to hear his problems because she didn't have a problem. Really.
She was still with Kyle. He guessed. But he didn't think she felt all that sexy, anymore. After the baby. And he was just as depressed maybe. Classes were getting to him. He didn't quite have that sexy boy attitude anymore. It was all so lame. Everything.
And she was over and he'd thought about asking her if he could sketch her breasts, but he didn't. After all, she was a friend and well, the breasts were made for breast feeding, he supposed. But she was amazingly sexy after having a baby.
He flat out told her she could get any guy she wanted. He didn't know why he said it. He even asked if that sounded gay, but she said it didn't. And well, they kissed. He'd really wanted her. He did, but she said, no. And really, it hurt his ego so much that she'd said, no. Of course, he couldn't remember if it hurt him emotionally or just the sex part. Maybe it was both. And that's when it happened. He just couldn't talk her into intercourse. So that's all he got. And afterwards, he was very OK about that.
Nobody had ever done that for him before. It was shocking. Well, maybe when someone was drunk or kind of a dare, but usually drunk..did that sort of thing happen. He didn't clearly remember if it were any good, either. This was just something at 2 in the afternoon. Sober and sunshine. Through and through. It sort of changed things for him after that.
He didn't even want to try to date. Really. He had Amanda. Every couple of months. She'd make him feel better. At his place. Maybe he was actually gay. He started to think, but he didn't tell her that. Instead, he was patience and wham. Long time coming, but very well worth it. Just something on side. He guessed for her. And all along he had his schedule of getting through the University. Conversations on the phone with her. It was all so laid back, and it wasn't until last of summer that the sex came. All of it. Uncovered and his way. How could something possibly ruin it now? It was good as gold as far as Elliot was concerned.
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