Our Best Days//Chapter 3

A few days later,

"We are never EVER EVER, GETTING BACK TOGETHER!WE!ARE NEVER EVER EVER---!,"

"OH MY GOD SHUT THE HELL UP!  It's bad enough you didn't shower with me and now you're officially ruining my day," I ranted at Aaron.

Usually we shower together, because I think I read somewhere that it actually saves water when you do so.  And also I like showering with Aaron.  So now I'm pissed off.

He continues singing that song for about another 5 minutes.  I don't hate the song but when you have to hear the same song for a week for every freaking morning you might grew tired of it.  I got up and got undressed and joined him in the shower.

"Babe, if you sing that song one more time in this life, I swear to God I will kick your ass so far away you can't even track yourself in GPS."

"Wo, wo, wo.  What is with all this hate on Taylor Swift?  She's adorable and she sings."

"Did you hear me complain about her?  Did you?  Fine now that we're in that topic I might as well add that she starts with singing country and now she's into pop oh and remember that rap song which was so horrible I rather scrape my skin off than hear it? "

"What's your point?"

"I DON'T KNOW.  Just stop singing her songs!  Or I'm gonna go crazy and mad and insane."

He shushed for a while.  Then he said,"You're cute when you're mad."

"Well,I'm gonna get pretty cute now.  What happened to those Queen songs or Aerosmith? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO AEROSMITH?"

"Okay, okay I got your point.  You can calm down now,"he said as he holds my shoulders and rub them awkwardly.  He knows one should not come close to a fire.

"Are you sure it's my singing or Taylor you're mad at?" He said while looking in my eyes.

-cue BIG sigh-

"I don't know. I don't know.  You're out there and doing your thing and living your dream and I'm still here doing my lame job which I hate and I can't get out from.....  Is it wrong for me to be jealous?" I said as I stare into his blue eyes.

"I don't think doing a Christmas commercial is me living my dream."

"I mean you're out there.  Doing things that matters and people and kids are gonna love you. Oh,they're gonna be in love with you and I'm...."

We both paused.  We got out of the shower and dried ourselves.

"You think it's time you try that thing you love again?"

"What? Youtube?  I'm not so sure about that anymore.  I'm quite afraid.  No, terrified.  What if they hate me? What if they judge me? What if they talk crap about me?"

"Babe, babe. What if they love you?"

Hmmm, that does give me some perspective.

Our Best Days//Chapter 2

                As I watch him walk outside the door, I feel a wretch in my gut.  What if he didn’t get the part?  What would happen then?  Then I laughed and think, oh come on.  They’ll love him.  And if they don’t, I’ll go there and make a PowerPoint presentation or something to show how good of a human being Aaron is.  You know, just in case they need some assurance.  Let’s hope it will not come to that.  I would hate to be the cheerleader girlfriend all the time even if he loses.  I want to …  I want him to be happy.  And he’s most happy when I see him on stage or just in our room, practicing a line or a scene.

               

                I know now I should never underestimate the feeling one have when they don’t have to be themselves and just be somebody else.  Not being yourself means no worries about just, anything.  You’d have a new set of mind, new set of clothes and a new set of attitude.  You would stop caring.  And it feels damn good to feel like that sometimes.

                I came home from work and saw him reading something on the bed.  His back against me.  I’m crap when it comes to body language and I don’t know whether I should greet him with smiles or just wear a vacant face.  When in dilemma, I usually gulped in nervousness and I think I got so nervous I swallowed a big one coz he turned to face me.  Like he knows I don’t know what to do.  Did I mention I also hate the fact that he can read my mind?  Men, they think they know everything.

                He rested his head on his palm and smiled at me.  Hmmm, not such a bad response.  Maybe his day did get on well.  I put down my bag and slide to his side.

“Guess what?,” he said.

“No, not the guess game.  Just tell me and tell me now.  No games.”

“I got a part on a commercial as …… (drum sound) a Christmas elf,” he proudly stated.

“Oh, wow.  Wait, what?  What happened at your agency?  Did you get the audition for that movie or not?  What? What?  An elf?  What?.”  You could tell I was flustered.

“Oh that movie thing, yeah guess I’m not cut for a Victorian student.  They said I don’t look studious enough.”

“Well, that’s crap.  You’ve read The Shining and that Harper Lee book or whatnot.  Is that not studious enough?,” I’m starting to get real mad now.

“No, babe.  I don’t care.  The commercial will open door for hopefully some scouts or directors for me.  Don’t you see?  This is good.”

“How did you got to be a Christmas elf anyway?  Don’t you have to be enrolled in, I don’t know, The School for Trained for TV Elf or something?,” I asked him.

“I was giving alms to Dudley, do you remember him the dude that collects all those old coupon just for fun?  I was crouching down to ask him about his new collection.  I was facing the road when I saw this baby carriage being carried away by the melted ice on the sidewalk.  Nobody tried to took hold of it so I ran for it.  The mother was in the shop next to me.  She was so busy shopping for that honey roasted turkey and just left her baby because the shop didn’t have any space for baby carriages.  Her husband happened to be one of the Managing Director for the commercial and I ended up being one of the elf that would help Santa give food to Rudolph or something”, Aaron grinned.

                I don’t even know how to respond to that story.  It is so movie-cliché I don’t even know what to say. 

Well, I guess I’m sleeping with Santa’s elf tonight.

Our Best Days//Chapter 1

Setting : Aaron and me living together in New York City.  Him trying to make it as an actor and me working in a grocery shop and vlogging as a side interest while I try to figure out what I want for my life.

               

I can feel his strong arms holding me, the heater’s busted again so we have to count on each other to keep ourselves warm.  No problems there.  He came closer and kissed my forehead before getting up to get ready.  My, my, my did another weekend just passed?  The worst part of the weekend is knowing that it would eventually end and we can’t do anything to stop it.  We sort of had our own routine for the weekends that usually ends with me making us hot cocoa and him making dinner with the radio tuning in some old rock and roll. 

                And now it’s Monday, ugh.  Monday means going to the shop I work at and stand there for approximately 8 hours, dealing with all sorts of people coming in.  I am so not in the mood to handle those crazy kids who I swear can’t understand the sign that clearly said ‘NO FREAKING FOOD ALLOWED’ and I end up having to clean after their wasabi flavored crackers.  I swear all the foods are getting so much weirder since I started working there.

                Aaron would usually go to his agency to see if there’s any audition or parts he could/did get.  Sometimes when I come home and saw him staring at the ceiling, all quiet with that expression on his face I wish there’s a way to let him know that hey, maybe our best days are set to be tomorrow.  But the thing about pep talk is, you know that it’s all crap so why waste your breath.  I’d just get on the bed and hold him.  Believe me, people don’t need to know you’re there to hear them out.  They just need you there.  I love those moments where he doesn’t have to say anything to me to make me feel better.  Just the sight of him is enough.

                I rolled on our bed and as I look at him getting dressed, I could see it in his eyes.  He’s tired.  Tired of it all.  I got up and hugged him from behind.  Tight.  He turned and we face each other. 

“You may or may not got that part today.  At least you’ll know what to do and where to go next.  Moping here won’t do anything.  Go and find out your future before I drag you out,” I tell him.

                He looked at me for a brief moment and grinned. 

“That’s that smile I’ve been waiting for,” I smiled back at him.  He turned to the mirror.

“Told you your mother was right by telling you to take psychology,” he added quietly.  As if I couldn’t hear him.

“Shut up, Aaron.”  I snapped and turn back to the bed.  He took me in his arms and swing me on the bed.  He’s on top of me. 

“Oh come on, babe.  Do you really want to send me off moping again?,” he cleverly said. 

“Fine.  I’ll just sit here and let you torture me with thought of my mother.  I’m pretty sure I left because she pressed on that psychology thing so maybe I’ll just do the same here, now wouldn’t that be a party?,” I raised my eyebrows as I  stare at his blue eyes.

                He raised his hands and stood on both of his knees and said “Wait a minute, hold that thought.  Are you planning to kill me?  Do you not want me in this world anymore?,” he teases. Ugh, I hate it when he knows he can piss me off and get away with it. 

“Fine.  Go to your agency and take my love, take all of it and I love you and go.  Whatever happens, you owe me a … new t-shirt or something.  Go get me something,” I said.  He smiled and kissed me.  We rolled over and I kissed him.  He gave me a peck on my nose and took his jacket and overcoat.

“I’ll bring home the bacon, baby.  That, I promise you,” he smiled and walked out the door.

“You’re an idiot. I love you, you idiot!,” I yelled.

                Which is true, I do love my idiot.