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Thursdays Make It All Better
(1) Channel Surfing
How do you solve a problem like Maria, how do you…
"Next!"
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"I want one of those!" Jake shouted.
"Infomercial. Next!"
Love means, never having to say you're sorry…
"Yeah, right."
"Next!"
That is just like you, Harry. You say things like that, and you make it impossible for me to hate you.
"Next!"
"Oh, leave this on!" Jake shouted again.
"Huh? I didn't know you were a Meg Ryan fan." I cocked my head to the side and tried not to glare at him.
I was so not in the mood for a Meg Ryan movie. Her characters were notorious for falling madly in love in some quirky, unbelievable way. I felt as if my life was quickly turning into the nightmare version of Sleepless in Seattle- Restless in Forks. I didn't even want to think of the word love, let alone watch it in action.
"I'm not, really. She's okay I guess. I just like this movie," he whispered, sliding closer to the end of the couch cushions and gravitating towards the television screen.
"I don't think I've seen it, and I don't care to."
"What? You've never seen When Harry Met Sally?" He turned and gawked at me as if I'd said that I'd never heard of balloons.
"No…?" I replied slowly, daring him to be offended somehow.
"Wow. I mean, it's only one of the best romantic comedies of all time."
"Really, so how come you've actually seen it?" I had Jacob pegged as the action/horror/science fiction kind of guy. Romantic comedies didn't seem up his alley.
"My sisters made me watch it one day. I ended up really liking it."
"Well, I'd rather not-"
"I think you should," he interrupted.
I was starting to get fed up with the whole watching television situation. Ending it all now seemed like the best way out.
"Maybe we should get back to studying instead."
Jacob made it clear that he wasn't pleased by sighing a little too loudly. "Okay, if that's what you want."
"What the hell, Jake. You really want me to watch this movie, this great romantic comedy?" I noticed that my voice came out higher and angrier than I intended and I could tell by his response that he felt defeated by it.
"Not if I have to force you." He looked down dejectedly. "You're such a whack job. You don't even know what it's about and you refuse to give it a chance."
I didn't want to mess up my friendship with Jacob over a stupid movie. He was the only thing I had going for me. Without him in my life I feared I might drift back into the darkness again. I was determined to not let that happen.
"Fine- I give in, what's it about?"
"It's about falling in love," he replied, smiling widely.
"Yeah, I'll pass." Friendship or no friendship, I would go crazy if I had to be subjected to love.
"I'm not finished!" he tried.
I could tell he was passionate about this, so I gritted my teeth and decided to let him continue. "Fine, go ahead."
He suddenly looked thoughtful, he peered up into my eyes and I knew that whatever he was going to say was very important to him.
"It's about giving people chances. It's about seeing something in someone that you never saw before in all the years that you knew them. Trusting your friend not to hurt you and break your heart- because deep down you know them so well, that you know they never will."
I was listening to him, but through his words I couldn't help but notice the television screen across from us. The movie was over and the names were coming up.
I was livid.
"All of this and the damn movie is over anyway, nice Jake." I fake punched his arm, but a part of me meant it. He had me running laps in my mind all for nothing.
He turned and looked at the screen. "Wow, it is over. Sorry, I just thought..." he trailed off, searching my face for recognition.
"I know," I started, pleased that I'd avoided the mess and made it out in one piece. "You thought I'd like it. I bet I will, and I bet someday it'll be on again and we'll watch it together. But for now, can we please put on something a little less Meg Ryan and a little more Arnold Schwarzenegger?"
Again that dejected look passed across his features, but it was gone in a moment and replaced with a determined smile. He grabbed the remote and began clicking away.
He stopped on a channel and faced me, appearing pleased with himself.
"How about Sylvester Stallone?"
I heard Eye of the Tiger blare from the television speakers and all felt right in the world.
I would make it through another day.
A/N: While beating my head against the wall trying to finish The Return of Bad Jacob, I decided I needed to start a new, lighter series. Quotes are from a) The Sound of Music, b) Love Story, c) When Harry Met Sally. Feedback is appreciated!