Chapter 2 - Not Again
The sun was shining bright in the morning sky and a crisp fall breeze was frosting the living room window of the McCartney’s. The young couple was now on the couch breathing slightly harder than usual, wrapped-up in each other’s arms. Heather was sideways over Jesse’s lap and had her arms around his neck resting her had on his shoulder. Jesse was sitting on the couch with his legs spread apart with his arms around her waist.“Jesse?”
“What?
“What time is it?
“Hold on, lemme check.” He then took his left arm from around her waist to read his watch.
“6:11,” he said.
“That’s it?” she asked surprisingly.
“What do you mean, that’s it?”
“Is that really what time it is?”
“Yes, Heather. It is.”
“Lemme see.”
“Why?”
“Just lemme see it.”
“No, it’s mine.”
“So? I’m me; I get what I want when I want it.”
"And why the hell is that?"
"Hello! Look at me! I'm a woman."
“Oh, well that explains it all. Here, Heather, see what time it is,” he said sarcastically.
He put his arm in front of her and she grabbed his wrist to take a look. The watch said 6:11, just like Jesse had told her.
"Oh."
"Yeah, oh."
“Ok, now that that useless argument is settled, wha-”
" I was just double-checking."
“Well, you found out, you happy now?”
“Yes, very. Thank you.”
“No problem, anytime. ANYWAY, as I was about to say before I was so rudely interrupted...”
She then gave him ‘the look’. You know, the one you throw at someone when they say something stupid.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“You know what I mean.”
“Ugh, just say what you were gonna say.”
“Ok then, what do you want to do today?”
“Th-thats it? That’s your big ‘thing’ that took you an hour to ask? Hahaha!”
“God, shut up. And it didn't take an hour, it took five minutes. It’s your fault anyway, you're the one that kept talking and asking stupid questions.”
Heather, still laughing, finally stopped, turned to Jesse, and simply stated,”
“Just...zip it.”
“What if I don't?”
“Remember that kickboxing class I took last month?”
“Yeah...”
“Well, the instructor said I had a perfect right hook.”
“Oh good grief,” he mumbled.
“Ok Charlie Brown, you wanna piece of me?”
“Actually, I do,” he said licking his lips giving Heather the infamous ‘sexy look’. (Don’t worry, guys can do it too, he's not gay lol)
Just then she started laughing again and almost fell off the couch.
“Haha! Moron! Haha!” she practically struggled to say.
“Ugh, anyway, when you can breathe again can you please tell me what you want to do today?”
“Yeah, sure. Whatever. Haha!”
“I’m waiting...”
“Ok fine! Jeeze.”
“Any suggestions?”
“I don't know, hang?”
“Sounds good I guess, but where?”
Just then, a smile ran across Heather’s face.
“Oh no, not the mall again! We just went there yesterday!”
“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?”
Completely ignoring her, he says, “Now lets see, we could go to the park, we could go walk around downtown...”
She then starts saying “mall” over and over again. Still ignoring her, he goes back to naming off places they could go ‘hang’.
“Um, miniature golfing...”
“Mall...mall...please Jesse? I wanna go. Please?”
“The zoo is always fun. It’s funny watching the monkeys scare the little kids. Remember that one time with Timmy? Oh my god, that was great.”
“You are so ignoring me! I wanna go to the mall!”
Jesse, still ignoring her, gets up and starts walking into the kitchen.
“Hmm, I wonder if the yellow pages would have any good ideas.”
“Oh god, this is so stupid! Why can’t you just take me to the mall? I promise I won’t
buy anything!”
“HAHA! Then what's the point of going? Besides, you - the mall - a Saturday, that just screams all day affair.”
“See? You WERE listening to me.”
“Of coarse I was, why do you think I was ignoring you?”
“Um, ok, that didn't make any sense.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Anyway, can we go? Please?”
“What do you need there anyway? I just took you there yesterday. And the day before you spent all afternoon there with Connie. Don’t your feet hurt?”
“Ahaha, veeery funny,” She said sarcastically. “Well, I need a new outfit. I saw the cutest one in the window of Abercrombie when I went with Connie.”
“Why? You have about a thousand others.”
“Yeah, but I’ve worn all the cute ones already.”
“Ooo, alert the media, Heather needs a new outfit.”
“Ugh! Shut up you ass! At least I didn’t run around in the same shirt in every TV appearance I made, not to mention any names of coarse.”
“Are you talking about my red TJ shirt?”
“Um, yeah!”
“Heather, that was over a year ago! I didn’t have as good taste as I do now. Besides, it was my lucky shirt.”
“Yeah, that and the fact that you five were B-R-O-K-E broke!”
“Were not! Well, not at that time. We just were when we first started out.”
“And it took you that long to buy more clothes?”
“Ugh, just drop it. Just because I’m not as obsessed with my appearance as you are, doesn’t mean you have to make fun of me about it.”
“Fine then, I'm sorry. But can we go? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?”
She gave him the puppy dog face that made Jesse go weak in the knees.
“If I take you what are you going to do for me?”
“What did you have in mind?”
“O, you know, nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe just a little attention,” he said with a shy smile.
“Attention, huh? Is this enough attention for you?”
She walked up to him and kissed him. He then put his hands around her waist and her arms went around his neck. After about 30 seconds, she pulled away.
“So, how was that? Mall worthy?”
“I guess, I’ll have to try one more time.”
They kissed again and this time Jesse pulled back.”
“I won’t have to buy you the whole store again, will I?”
“YAY! Thank u, Jesse! I love you!”
“I love you too,” he said with a laugh.
“So, can Connie come? Cause you know, she's my shopping buddy and all. She could just meet us there, and Chris could come too if you want so you guys could go hang while we do our own thing.”
“Like what?”
“I don't know, maybe mani - petties.”
“What?”
“Manicures and pedicures.”
“Oh yeah, that. Well, I guess if they want to meet us.”
“Cool, I’ll call Connie and u call Chris.”
“Heath, its 6:30 in the friggin’ morning. I seriously doubt they're up.”
“Really? It’s that early? Lemme see.”
“Oh no, were not getting into that again. Go look at the clock behind you.”
“Fine then.”
She looked at the clock over the oven that read 6:27.
“Hey, it’s not 6:30, its 6:27.”
“Don’t be so exact.”
“Why not? You are about me and the mall.”
“That’s different, you spend more time there than in your own house.”
“And?”
He gave her a blank stare, shook his head, and just walked away.
“What? There’s nothing wrong with liking to be in public places with friends.”
“At least you can be in public places with friends. Me and MY friends always end up getting chased.”
“Aw, I forgot. My baby’s too famous to go out into public like that, I’m sorry,” she said walking over to him giving him a kiss.
“At least when I'm with you the other girls get jealous and walk away.”
“Come on, who wouldn't be jealous of this, huh?” She asked sarcastically.”
She pointed to her ass and turned around as Jesse slapped it.
“What the hell? Jesse!”
“Hey, you pointed at your ass, you know you shouldn’t do that in front of me”
“Oh yeah that's right. Pervert.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing”
“Ok, sure...slut.”
“What?”
“Oh, nothing’”
“Ok, that's it, you're goin' down!”
She charged at him and flipped him over the back of the couch landing on top of him.
They were both in hysterics when Heather tilted her head backward towards the window. She was suddenly confused with the site that lay before her.
“Um, Jesse?”
“What?”
“Why does it look like a friggin’ snow globe outside?”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s November! Don’t u think its jus a little odd that it looks like the North Pole when it isn't even Thanksgiving yet?”
“It doesn't look like the North Pole, there's about half an inch of snow outside and there's barely any falling. Besides, its New York, weird shit like this is bound to happen here.”
“Oh, ok. Whatever, ‘O Great One’.”
“Good, you're finally figuring that out.”
“Shut up you dumb ass you!”
“But - wha - you just said.... you called me smart and then stupid. MAKE UP YOUR MIND WOMAN!”
“Haha, you sound like me, sucks for you!”
“I swear, for someone in all honors classes and a 3.8 GPA, you're pretty stupid.”
“Aw, that's so sweet. Thank you. I learn from the best.”
“You calling me dumb?”
“Sure am, dummie.”
“Ok, that's it. Now it’s MY turn to kill you.”
“But you love me, you wouldn't kill me.”
“Haha, watch me.”
He took her leg as she was lying down and attempted to put her in pain by bringing it up to her head. Joke was on him because he forgot one small detail...
“Ah, thanks for the stretch.”
“You mean this doesn't hurt? This actually feels good?”
“I'm a cheerleader you dumb ass, you think I can’t do this in my sleep?”
“I hate you!”
“I hate you too!”
They both laughed and then looked at each other. This time, they didn't make fun of each other or call each other stupid or dumb ass; they just got lost in each other’s eyes. Breaking the slightly awkward stare, he then grabbed her waist and pulled her down to lay on top of him on the couch.
“Ok, you're too hyper, but it’s ok this time. I blame myself. I knew we shouldn't have drank all that surge last night,” he said to her stroking her hair.
“Hehe, yeah. Hey, where'd you say you got that again? I thought they stopped making it.”
“Um, uh, I don't know. My dad got it I think,” he said sounding uncomfortable.
“Anyway, my point was that I think we should go back to sleep cause its about 6:45 now and we got about 4 hours of sleep last night. You usually wake up at 2 in the afternoon anyway, I knew you had too much caffeine in your system.”
“Ok then, good night...or morning. Whatever.”
“Yeah, back at ya.”
And with that, they fell asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms again.
*Finished* Chapter Three - Innocence *Finished*
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