Ch.4-----If this was your last day on earth would you spend it eating
cheetos?
A few days later, the penthouse:
Jason~
I walk in to find Brenda sitting on the couch watching tv, a bag of cheetos on her lap and drinking from a two liter bottle of coke. Her cheeks fill up as she notices me; she forces her mouthful down.
"I realize how this looks." she says as she starts to stand to brush off the crumbs
"What the mean what you're eating, how your eating, the fact that you have soda on your shirt..." Suddenly her clothing becomes a lot more noticeable, a white tank and boxers, boxers that looked awfully familiar "You're wearing my underwear Brenda"
"Do you have to refer to it as your underwear, boxers Jason, boxers sound a hell of a lot better. I was actually amazed with how many you have; you're definitely more of a boxer brief kinda guy." She starts to laugh
"You're in my underwear Brenda; I'm not discussing what type of underwear I chose to wear with you." I shake my head
"Well it's not like you have to anyway, you're about 50/50. I'd go with you wear the boxer briefs on most days because they'd work best with the type of pants you wear, the boxers are for comfort, so your days off, do you have days off? Bed maybe?"
"And what would you do if I said you were wrong?"
"Wrong how?"
"I don't wear anything to bed Bren." I smile at her
She smiles back at me "What a coincidence, neither do I."
I can't help but laugh, I notice I've been dong that a lot more lately, of course I've been screaming a lot more also "I think I'm spending too much time with you."
With her eyes wide, she nods "Oh yea" she laughs some more, then flops back onto the couch
"So this is what you did all day?" I say following her lead
"Yup, cheeto? She asks as she offers the bag
I take a few "You need a life." I say before I start to eat
"Yea I noticed. I have no idea what to do besides help Jax when he goes to physical therapy. I mean what's the point in starting anything else." She shrugs her shoulders and pops another in her mouth
"Bren, you aren't dead yet. You've still got time."
"Not much more though, what do I have a year or two before...before it starts?"
"So you should be living." I start to stand and I stand in front of her. "You've got a lot more than most people Brenda; you've had a lot more than people could have ever dreamed of."
"Oh really?" her head tilts and looks at me as if I'm insane "Like what?"
"You've got this, endless means to do whatever you want, I know money isn't everything, but it definitely helps. You've had love Brenda, you've had adventures, and you've lived through how many near death experiences. And now you know how long you have left, well provided you don't get hit by a bus because you're talking on that damn phone. I mean it Bren; you know you don't have more than a couple of years left. People always ask that damn question, if you only had one day left what would you do. But the thing is people never do those things, but you've got no reason anymore not to do them. I watch her face and I watch as a smile breaks out across it..."What?
"I seriously think that's the most you've ever said to me at once." Her smile grows stronger "I'm definitely rubbing off on you."
I smile at her again "Get off your ass; I'm sick of watching you feel sorry for yourself and making me miserable. We're going out."
"Oooh, where are we going?" she jumps up and it strikes me how odd it is that someone with this energy and drive could be dying.
"Where do you want to go?"
"How about Luke's? It's laidback, but I can still get a little dressed up."
"Luke's it is."
"Yup a litte dinner, some dancing."
"I'm not dancing."
"Did I ask you to?" She smiles brighter "You can watch me."
A few days later, the penthouse:
Jason~
I walk in to find Brenda sitting on the couch watching tv, a bag of cheetos on her lap and drinking from a two liter bottle of coke. Her cheeks fill up as she notices me; she forces her mouthful down.
"I realize how this looks." she says as she starts to stand to brush off the crumbs
"What the mean what you're eating, how your eating, the fact that you have soda on your shirt..." Suddenly her clothing becomes a lot more noticeable, a white tank and boxers, boxers that looked awfully familiar "You're wearing my underwear Brenda"
"Do you have to refer to it as your underwear, boxers Jason, boxers sound a hell of a lot better. I was actually amazed with how many you have; you're definitely more of a boxer brief kinda guy." She starts to laugh
"You're in my underwear Brenda; I'm not discussing what type of underwear I chose to wear with you." I shake my head
"Well it's not like you have to anyway, you're about 50/50. I'd go with you wear the boxer briefs on most days because they'd work best with the type of pants you wear, the boxers are for comfort, so your days off, do you have days off? Bed maybe?"
"And what would you do if I said you were wrong?"
"Wrong how?"
"I don't wear anything to bed Bren." I smile at her
She smiles back at me "What a coincidence, neither do I."
I can't help but laugh, I notice I've been dong that a lot more lately, of course I've been screaming a lot more also "I think I'm spending too much time with you."
With her eyes wide, she nods "Oh yea" she laughs some more, then flops back onto the couch
"So this is what you did all day?" I say following her lead
"Yup, cheeto? She asks as she offers the bag
I take a few "You need a life." I say before I start to eat
"Yea I noticed. I have no idea what to do besides help Jax when he goes to physical therapy. I mean what's the point in starting anything else." She shrugs her shoulders and pops another in her mouth
"Bren, you aren't dead yet. You've still got time."
"Not much more though, what do I have a year or two before...before it starts?"
"So you should be living." I start to stand and I stand in front of her. "You've got a lot more than most people Brenda; you've had a lot more than people could have ever dreamed of."
"Oh really?" her head tilts and looks at me as if I'm insane "Like what?"
"You've got this, endless means to do whatever you want, I know money isn't everything, but it definitely helps. You've had love Brenda, you've had adventures, and you've lived through how many near death experiences. And now you know how long you have left, well provided you don't get hit by a bus because you're talking on that damn phone. I mean it Bren; you know you don't have more than a couple of years left. People always ask that damn question, if you only had one day left what would you do. But the thing is people never do those things, but you've got no reason anymore not to do them. I watch her face and I watch as a smile breaks out across it..."What?
"I seriously think that's the most you've ever said to me at once." Her smile grows stronger "I'm definitely rubbing off on you."
I smile at her again "Get off your ass; I'm sick of watching you feel sorry for yourself and making me miserable. We're going out."
"Oooh, where are we going?" she jumps up and it strikes me how odd it is that someone with this energy and drive could be dying.
"Where do you want to go?"
"How about Luke's? It's laidback, but I can still get a little dressed up."
"Luke's it is."
"Yup a litte dinner, some dancing."
"I'm not dancing."
"Did I ask you to?" She smiles brighter "You can watch me."