Disclaimer: 2 Broke Girls doesn't belong to me but Hunter does. I know it's been a while but I felt like the third chapter was unfinished and I didn't want to leave you (the readers) reading something I wasn't at least half proud of. I didn't want to throw it together. Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
There was a knock on the door. "Um yes?" I said. "I'm done with your phone, ma'am." I heard Jebediah call. "Oh...okay? Uh, just set it on my bed." I yelled over the noise of the water sprouting out of the faucet. Where did ma'am come from? His flirting was as obvious as the gravity that so clearly held me down. What was with the sudden formality? "I'll be out of the shower in a few minutes." I informed him. "It's fine ma'am. Take all the time you need." he replied back. I continued my shower, choosing to ignore his change until I stepped out of the bathroom.
When I was clean enough to my satisfaction, I turned off the running water, dried off using a towel, and with it wrapped around my body, stepped out of my bathroom and into my bedroom to get changed. I checked to see if my door was closed before removing my towel and dressing in pajamas. I decided on a plain Chicago Bulls t-shirt with matching red and black bottoms.
I walked towards the kitchen ready to prepare dinner for myself and the Amish man I was currently housing. I found Jebediah seated on the couch in the living room just as I'd first saw him in Max's apartment. "Oh there you are! I hope you've made yourself at home." I said. "Yes ma'am. You have a fine house." he said politely. There it was again, ma'am. "Thanks. I tried to make it my own. I think it came together pretty nice." I said proudly. "It's very nice miss." he said dryly. "Thank you sir!" I joked laughing. He didn't respond. I coughed clearing the silence that had taken over the air. "So are you hungry?" I asked trying to break the awkwardness I was feeling. "Yes ma'am. I could eat. What are you cooking?" he said. "Um I don't know, something simple that won't take long." I answered, "How do you feel about spaghetti?" "Its fine." He stood up as he came towards me. "You mind helping me?" I said when he finally made it to the small kitchen. "Actually yes ma'am, I do. Cooking is not a man's responsibility, it is yours, the woman." he said authoritatively. "Excuse me, what kind of sexist comment was that?" I replied offended. "That is the way of the Amish." he told me. "That might be the way of the Amish but it sure as hell isn't the way inside MY house." I turned from him looking into the cabinet blocking my view so that I could not see him. His complete change in opinion and moral values was starting to tick me off. "Maybe you should think of adopting some of our traditions then..." He paused as if deciding whether to continue to speak or not and finally said,"because I was just reminded that you're living an unholy life and your actions are not seen as good in the eyes of God." I turned my head to him slowly. "I am trying to hold my tongue and chalking your rude disrespectful behavior up to you not knowing what's fit in this society, but you're being an overall DISRESPECTFUL SEXIST DOUCHEBAG and I can only give credit to that being your personality. I tried to be a hospitable host, as I promised Max you could stay here, but forget it. You obviously don't want that, so..." I walked to the closet grabbing an extra sheet, blanket, and pillow and handed it to him, "Have a nice night sleeping on the couch. I hope it'll be especially uncomfortable for you. And tomorrow you can leave my unholy house. I wouldn't want you influenced by my ungodly actions." I said feigning politeness and smiled before turning and storming into my room slamming the door behind me.
I sat on my bed fuming at the conversation replaying it in my head. What had caused his change? What happened to the charming flirtatious boy that I'd just spoken to? I heard a knock on the door. I ignored it pressing my knees harder against my chest, curling into a ball. Another knock then another sounded at my closed door. Jedediah finally spoke signaling his presence at the door. "Hunter. Hunter, I apologize. I didn't mean to disrespect your home or you for that matter. I just…I don't...My…I'll just go back to Max's apartment." I could hear his feet moving across the carpet as he made his way to the door. I couldn't let him go. I'd promised Max, so I sucked up all my pride and mild hurt, walked to my door and opened it. He turned around as he heard the door swing eyes were filled with confusion and something else...hurt...regret? He looked confused as if he didn't know what was right. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disrespect you. I don't know why I...it's just when I talked to my mother...she got in my head. No that's not an excuse…I shouldn't have done that. She doesn't control me. She doesn't control what I do, so I apologize." he said. He spoke the last part as if he was trying to convince himself more than me. As if his mom had more control over him than he would like. I held up my hand shaking my head motioning for him to stop speaking. "You'll be out of here by tomorrow and you can go back to Max's apartment. She asked me to keep you for tonight and after that I'll be more than happy not to see you again, so I really don't need your apologies. I've had enough of those to last me a lifetime. Eat whatever you want in the kitchen but you'll have to make it your own damn self." I said attempting to close my door. "So I take it you won't be joining me for some food then." Jebediah said a hint of sadness enveloping his throat. "I seemed to have lost my appetite…something to do with a sexist comment I just heard, but no I think I'm just gonna hit the hay." I said this successfully closing my door with my last word. I didn't quite understand the Amish religion, but it would seem he would know the difference between polite and rude. I didn't really feel inclined to do anything else so I decided to let myself drift off into sleep.
Author's Note: How do you like the drama? Do you think Jebediah should be forgiven or not? Should he present her with a huge gesture? Comment and review please. I always love feedback...good or not.