"I'm telling you it's Jane Fonda!"
"And I'm telling you, you're wrong!" Kitty shouted back at Peter. "Susan Surandon was the actress in Something's Gotta Give!"
"Well why don't we just Google it right now and find out! Where is your laptop?" Peter snapped back.
"No Peter, I'm tired of arguing. I need a smoothie. I'm heading to Orange Julius; I'll be back in a bit." Kitty jumped up from the oversized chair they both shared and snatched her purse off the coffee table. "Do you want anything?"
"No I'm good. You know that pretty much all Orange Julius closed down right?" Peter stated with one dark eyebrow raised in a manner that he knew infuriated Kitty to no end. "They replaced the one in the mall with a Cinnabon."
"I know where one is still open Kitty! Let me grab my purse." Jean hollered down the hall as she searched for her tiny purse.
"Hey Jean, how about letting me drive?" Kitty giggled with the large smile.
"Hell no, sweetie. Not after last time." Jean laughed as they both started out the door and down the driveway. Peter got up from his sofa chair and stood by the window.
"Why do relationships have to be so argumentative all the time?" Peter thought as he watched Kitty and Jean climb into her Jeep. "Can't I be right just once?" He sunk back into his spot on the sofa, defeated. He knew he'd end up having to apologize and agree with Kitty, even though, he knew that it was Jane Fonda. He never liked apologizing, but he did like Kitty, and was willing to make the sacrifice if it would end the argument. Or at least stall it.
As Peter thought some more about how to apologize, Scott sauntered into the living room and plopped onto the couch. He seemed oddly refreshed as if he had just had a massage or got back from a great workout. This attitude was strange for him and Peter took notice.
"What's up, Peet my man?" Scott said in an upbeat tone. Peter eyed him warily. What could possibly be up with him? Scott was never usually this relaxed. Actually, Peter had always thought he needed to take a few laxatives just to get the stick out of his ass.
"What's up with you, Scott? You seem to be in a really good mood."
"Is it a crime to be happy now, PEE-TERD." Scott harshly shot back, using a nickname that the kids used to call Peter back in Russia. This sharp, painful memory caught Peter off guard but he had no time to dwell on it. He had to get to the bottom of this crazy, new Scott.
"Is there a problem dude? This is so unlike you. By the way, where did you go yesterday? You didn't show up to dinner. Jean sat dateless the whole night and it was very troubling." Peter stated sternly. Last night was supposed to have been a double date night for Peter, Kitty, Scott and Jean but Scott didn't show up. Jean and Scott had spent the better part of the morning fighting about where he had been and about how Jean was up half the night worried sick.
"Look man, I just went for some Orange Julius. So chill out ok?" Scott retorted.
"All night? You missed our double date and half the night because you were at Orange Julius? That's absolutely ridiculous! Didn't you just go there that morning? How many times do you have to visit Orange Julius in one day, man?" Peter yelled insatiably.
"I don't have to sit here and be questioned by you! I'm outta here! See ya 'round, Alex Trebek!" Scott yelled back as he sauntered out of the room. What could possibly be his reasoning for going to Orange Julius so much? And why the hell was he acting like such a douche bag? Peter was at a loss for answers but he knew there had to be something fishy about that Orange Julius. Just as he was coming up with a plan of action, Storm rushed in.
"Turn to Channel 5 News! Quickly, please!" she said. Peter hastily grabbed the remote and changed the channel. They were all surprised to see the headline: Explosion Demolishes Orange Julius. Peter almost jumped out of his chair.
"Oh my god, that's where Kitty and Jean are!"
To be continued…