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Chapter 7: The Secret

Julie woke up one morning and shook her hair as she pulled a pair of sweat pants on. Goldberg stirred and woke up and looked at her. What was amazing was that nothing had really changed, she was still Julie, she was just his now. And she didn't live in the house anymore.

"Where are you going?" He asked, she leaned over and kissed him.

"Home," She said, "I didn't want to wake you up."

"I still don't see why you had to move out," He shook his head.

"You don't?" She raised her eyebrows. "We've only been a couple for a month. It's way too early to be living together." He kissed her again. "I really have to get home before work."

"Listen my mother was wondering when you were coming over for dinner again." He asked.

"Mm," She nodded and crossed her arms, "That would be up to you. Because I'm not sitting through another dinner where I have to smile and nod and pretend you're not my boyfriend."

"Oh, good," He nodded. "This fight, we haven't had it in forty eight hours." She frowned. "I'm going to tell her."

"When?" She asked.

"Someday," He sighed. She nodded.

"OK," She said, "Since we're being vague, maybe I won't have sex with you again until you tell your mother that we're together."

"What?" He looked at her.

"See," She pulled a sweatshirt on, "If we're having sex, it means that we're in an adult relationship, and I'm not going to be in a relationship with a grown man who's afraid of his mother."

"OK," He took her hands, "I've never had a girlfriend who wasn't Jewish. This is new for me and my mom. I will tell her and soon."

"Yeah," She nodded and kissed him. "It better be soon, because it case you haven't noticed over the past month, I'm a little bit insatiable, so if we're not having sex, I'm going to get cranky."

"Julie," He looked at her, "I know you're not actually threatening to hold out on me."

"You don't think I can do it," She crossed her arms.

"I know you can't," He laughed, "But please, try. This is going to be really funny." She frowned.

"I used to hold out on Adam all the time," She said.

"Yeah, while you were having sex with Portman," He smiled. "Are you having sex with someone else Julie? I'd like to know, so that we can get tested."

"You're being an asshole," She said, "I'm going home." She kissed him again. "Tell her tonight, or I'm really serious about the no sex thing. This is getting ridiculous." She walked out of the bedroom slamming the door.

"Hi Julie," Averman said from the table.

"Hey Averman," She grabbed a cup of coffee.

"Sex good?" He asked. She hit him on the head. "What? It's a fair question."

"Yes," She said, "It is good, but it's also going away."

"That was quick," He laughed. "We knew you were a slut, but this is a little much."

"No, dillhole," She rolled her eyes, "I'm not having sex with him until he tells his mom about us."

"Whoa," Averman nodded, "Power play." Julie laughed. "Come on, you know he's crazy about you."

"'In love with me,'" She nodded, "Were his exact words. I know, and I love him too, but I'm not going to do this if he's not all in." She stretched, "I have to go home."

"Bye Cat," He laughed as she walked out. She sighed getting into her car and driving home. She walked up to the building and saw Portman sitting on the steps.

"What are you doing here?" She sighed.

"Attempting to talk to you," He looked at her. She sat down next to him. "Can we go inside, its February in Minnesota."

"No," She shook her head, "You don't get to come inside. You're lucky I'm talking to you." He nodded. "What do you want?"

"I miss you," He said moving her hair off her neck. She drew away. "Come on Jules."

"Dean, I'm with someone," She looked at him.

"Since when?" He asked. "You were single on New Years."

"You weren't," She shrugged. He nodded.

"Do I know the guy?" He said. She nodded. "Are you back with Banks?"

"No," She shook her head, "It's Goldberg." He laughed. "What?"

"You're with Goldberg?" He stifled, "Come on, now you're just trying to throw me off."

"No I'm not," She stood up.

"OK," He laughed and stood up, "So you're dating Goldberg. Why aren't you with him now?"

"Because I just left," She shrugged. "So besides trying to get into my pants, is there anything else?"

"You seem edgy," He shrugged, "Besides telling me about your new boyfriend, which by the way, I don't exactly believe." She rolled her eyes. "Something else is happening."

"You don't know me that well," She frowned. He looked at her. "Fine, you do, but its not a big deal." He shrugged. "He won't tell his mother that we're together."

"I didn't tell my mother we were together until we'd been together like two years," He said. "Why is that a problem?"

"Well, one of those years I had a boyfriend," She said, "And we were eighteen and you're an a-hole."

"Right," He not, "Must always remember that I'm an a-hole." She laughed. "Seriously, Jules, I'm freezing, can we go inside?"

"Fine," She said, "I have to get ready for work anyway." She opened the door and they walked up to her apartment.

"So you're peeved about this not telling his mother thing," He asked going into her fridge and pouring himself a glass of milk. She looked at him. "Can I have some milk?"

"God, how did I find these little things endearing for six years?" She shook her head. "Yes, because the reason for it is so stupid!"

"You're not Jewish," He smiled. She looked at him. "My uncle married a Jewish girl, its kind of a huge deal."

"Its dumb," She sighed. "Like anyone cares about that kind of thing anymore."

"Lots of people care," He said. "My mom was furious with me because Estelle's Presbyterian. She's over it now because she says that she's less stuck up than you."

"Shut up, your mother loves me," She shook her head, "When we broke up she called me crying and begged me to take you back because and I quote, 'you were the best thing to ever happen to him!'"

"Yeah, she did, didn't she," He sighed. "That was my sister."

"Oh yeah, she always hated me," She laughed. "Anyway, I told him we wouldn't have sex anymore until he tells her." He spit out his milk and started laughing. "Why does everyone think that that's so funny?"

"Because you're you," He said, "You've never gone more than a week without sex since you lost it to me."

"I have too!" She said.

"When?" He smiled.

"Last April," She said.

"You had mono, that doesn't count," He shook his head. "I had mono too actually."

"And so did half my sorority," She smiled, "And yet I still didn't figure it out."

"Look, you can't help it," He said, "Because even though you're all hot and stuff and now you work in fashion, deep down, you're a dude."

"I am not a dude," She said.

"Sorry baby," He clapped her on the shoulder, "But you are very dude like. It's kind of part of your charm and explains why you're such a slut."

"I can't believe I missed you," She said, "I'm taking a shower." He went to talk, "Use your imagination cause you're not coming in. You should be gone when I get out." He laughed.

"Gaffney," He said taking her hand. "Look, do you really want this to work, with Goldberg?"

"Yes," She crossed her arms.

"What's really bothering you?" He asked. "The secret?" She looked at him. "You don't like keeping this a secret."

"Duh," She said, "I kept you a secret for a year and look how that turned out."

"I loved you," He shrugged. "We were good together." She smiled. "I really am so sorry."

"You broke my heart," She said softly. "It's really hard for me to trust him."

"OK," He shrugged. "Issue worked out. Goldberg's not me, he's not going to cheat on you. The poor bastard is probably just so grateful to be having sex with you."

"No, you haven't seen his girlfriend from high school!" Julie said, "She's gorgeous."

"Rebecca?" Portman said. "I remember Rebecca, she was hot, but she's not you."

"How am I the only person who doesn't remember her?" She sighed. "I have no recollection of her."

"You were a bitch," He shrugged. "It was good to see you." He hugged her.

"You too," He sighed. "Go shower, I haven't been able to stop picturing you naked since you said that."

"God you're gross," She shook her head and walked away.

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