After returning to her apartment, Jessie darted straight for the phone and informed her parents John and Ester Zling to update them of her status. They were ecstatic about hearing the news. Then she let her brother, Calvin Zling know and he was iffy about it and he was currently staying over at Jessie's. Jerry and Calvin had met before and left an adequate first impression.
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"She can't kill me, right?" George asked cautiously as he, Jerry, and Jessie sat waiting in Jessie's 1973 Corvette Stingray. Jessie was behind the wheel as she glanced from side to side and wondered what her brother, Calvin Zling was doing in her apartment all alone.

"No, of course not," Jerry responded sanguinely from shotgun as Jessie listened quietly.
"What do you think, Jessie?" George asked for a second opinion. "Either she does or she doesn't, it's not your fault," she piped up uneasily as she wasn't sure how badly George messed up.

"People break up all the time," George stated, causing Jessie to look over at him skeptically. "Not that you two will," he said reassuringly from the backseat as he gave her a soft expression, showing that he knew they could stay together forever.

"Everyday," Jerry added expeditiously that Jessie couldn't hear it. Jessie returned her gaze out the window. "It just didn't work out. What can I do? I wanted to love her, I tried to love her. I couldn't," George explained hurriedly, shrugging his shoulders miserably as he felt ashamed for his actions.

"You tried," Jerry said somewhat loud as he glanced to George. "I kept looking at her face. I'd go: "C'mon, love her. Love her!"" He admitted and grimaced as he went that far with effort. "Did you tell her you loved her?" Jerry asked curiously. "Oh, I had no choice. She squeezed it out of me. She'd tell me she loved me. Alright, at first, I just look at her. I'd go "Oh, really?" or "Boy, that's that's something."" George continued dramatically, creating all kind of motions with his body.

Jessie glanced over her shoulder as she watched him speak. It was fascinating to her that George could be in a relaionship. "Then what'd you do?" She asked encouragingly, eager to hear how George decided he wasn't in love. "But, eventually you have to come back with "Well, I love you."" He told Jessie matter-of-factly, as if everyone should know this.

Jessie had to disagree; no one should be forced to say something they don't want to. "You know, you can only hold out for so long," George added, disappointed with himself for not resisting longer.

"You're a human being!" Jerry out bursted reasonably. "George, George," Jessie began, attempting to capture his attention. "If you don't feel you should say "I love you" then don't. I didn't at first," Jessie revealed lamely as Jerry looked to her, remembering the first six months of their relationship. He was worried he chose the wrong woman and was relieved by their seventh month she told him she loved him.
"Really?" George inquired, wondrous of how they managed without the two way street of admitting their love for one another. He guessed everything was for the best as he reminded himself where they were now.
"Yep, I didn't know until then and I was confident enough to confide by our seventh month," Jessie regaled and blushed crimson. She was thankful for the darkness the night provided.

George ogled Jessie briefly before turning his eyes over to Jerry. "And I didn't even ask her out. She asked me out first. She called me up. What was I suppose to do? Say "No"? Heh, I can't do that," George confessed quietly as he looked down, consumed in guilt.

"You're too nice a guy," Jerry exclaimed, chastising George and pointed at him mockingly. "I am. I'm a nice guy. And then she seduced me!" He insisted. Jerry and Jessie both stare at him unbelievingly. "We're in my apartment, I'm sitting on the couch, and she's on the chair. I get up to go to the bathroom and I get back and she's on the couch. What am I suppose to do? Not do anything? I couldn't do that, I would've insulted her," George scolded before Jerry could tell him he should've refused.

"You're flesh and blood," Jerry commented wisely. "Mhm," Jessie agreed fully as it seemed George couldn't resist women. "I had nothing to do with any of this! I met all her friends," George continued, placing an exhausted hand on his forehead and soon placed it back down his side. "I didn't want to meet them, I kept trying to avoid it. I knew it would only get me in deeper. But they were everywhere; they kept popping up all over the place. "This is Nancy, this is Susan, this is Amy... this is my cousin, my brother, my father," George imitated what could be her voice with a funny face. Jessie and Jerry were left speechless as he went on.

"It's like I'm in quicksand," George groaned, annoyed by his current situation. "I told you when I met her," Jerry said calmly, like he knew what George was in for before time.

"My back is killing me," George announced randomly as he lifted his body in attempt to stretch himself out on the backseat. "You gotta go to my chiropractor- he's the best. Right, Jessie?" Jerry informed George and knew Jessie would back him up on this.

"Rightfully the best," she agreed, nodding and refocused on the people inside the car as she was watching a few New Yorkers out on the sidewalk carefully.

"Everybody's guy is the best," George stated gloomily as he knew this information was true; considered as a fact.

"I'm gonna make an appointment for ya. We can go together," Jerry offered kindly, genuinely concerned for his friend. "Please. They don't do anything. Look, do I have to break up with her in person? Can't I do it over the phone? I have no stomach for these things," he wondered hopefully. Jerry grinned knowingly.

"Do it like a bandaid, one motion, right off!" He suggested, one hand tearing an imaginary bandaid off his arm.

"Hi!" A familiar voice greeted the three in the car. Elaine emerged from a Cappuccino Express restaurant and walked towards Jessie's Corvette. "Hi," George responded first.

"Hey, girl, whaddup?!" Jessie yelled frantically, the two women still shared the feeling of joy and happiness ever since Jerry proposed to Jessie. And the anticipation if Elaine'll be something important in the wedding. She'd better be; for Jessie's sake.

Elaine opened the door and Jerry pulled the chair forward since the Corvette was a one door coupe/convertible. Right now though, the top was up since it was kind of chilly for the streets of New York.

"What are you doing?" She requested Jerry who was left confused. "I'm letting you in," Jerry said mundanely as he didn't know why she was asking this. "Oh no, I don't want to sit in the back. I'll be left out of the conversation," Elaine explained, shaking her head firmly as she was intent to sit beside Jessie.

"No you won't," Jerry insisted. "This guy's been talking our heads off from back there," Jessie wisecracked and glanced at George with a smirk. "Ha ha, very funny," he remarked back to her, rolling his eyes shortly.

"Yes I will, Jerry. I'll have to stick my chin on top of the seat," Elaine reminded them all and Jessie returned her gaze to Elaine. "Okay..." Jerry said defeatedly, knowing there was no way to win against Elaine. He relocated to the backseat beside George only to remember to sit far as possible from him. He shut the door after assuming an comfortable position.

"Hi, Jessie!" Elaine greeted affably and entered shotgun, Jerry's old spot. She shut the door too. "How's it going?" Jessie asked genuinely interested for her friend's well being. "Could be better," she responded honestly as she got settled in the vehicle.
"Good to know," Jessie said happily and brought the engine to life with the twist of the key and the engine roared to life, seemingly louder each time.

Jessie accelerated the car, pressing down the gas pedal lightly with her foot. "Tell me if you think this is strange: There's this guy who lives in my building, who I was introduced to a couple of years ago by a friend," as soon as Elaine began her story, a police car drove by; Jessie heard the wailing of the siren and saw white and red behind the car as she looked in the rearview mirror. The police were crossing an intersection that was close by. Jessie was shaken up but she knew she was biding by the laws.

"He's a, uh, teacher or something," Elaine announced, pondering the occupation as clearly she had forgotten. "Anyway, after we met whenever we'd run into each other on the street or in the lobby or whatever we would stop and we would chat a little... nothing much, little pleasantries," Elaine told her story fluently, never pausing or hesitating which Jessie admired.

Elaine would be a wise choice for the reading of her audio book for 'the Runaway Kid' which she published in 1988. It was #1best-seller for a year straight and now she's seeking out the right company to help create the motion picture. She'd ask Elaine about the audio book later, right now she should be focusing on the road.

"He's a nice guy, he's got a family," Elaine went on, unprompted as she told everyone about the guy's life. "Then after a while I noticed there was no more stopping, just saying hello and continuing on our way," Elaine informed skeptically, hurt even. "And then the verbal hellos stopped. And we just went into these little sort of nods of recognition so fine, I figured that's where this relationship is finally gonna settle: polite nodding," Elaine complained furthermore, creating a few hand motions.

"Then one day, he doesn't nod. Like I don't exist?! He went from nods to nothing," Elaine said, frustrated beyond relief that someone she knew literally went out his way to ignore her. Jessie could relate as she tightened her grip on the steering wheel. ""You know, I'd go from nods to nothing..."" George mimicked famous signer Tony Bennett as best as he could manage.

This erupted a bubbly laugh from Jessie. She thought George was one of her funniest friends: in fact all of her friends proved funny. She should encourage them to start an improv group. "And now, there's this intense animosity whenever we pass. I mean, it's like we really hate each other. It's based on nothing," Elaine never ceased a moment to spare, rambling on about this guy.

"A relationship is an organism. You created this thing and then you starved it so it turned against you. Same thing happened to The Blob," Jerry advised Elaine from the backseat, his hand motions importantly moving about as everyone listened. "Yeah, and you can never say anything bad about the guy or else it'll get to him eventually," Jessie added smartly, trying to be more social as Jerry chastised her about it once. Jerry smiled as Jessie followed his instructions. She'll seem friendlier than she was.

"I think you have to absolutely say something to this guy. Confront him," George offered logical advice. Logical to him anyways. "Really?" Elaine exclaimed, shocked by this approach George had in mind and by how unhesitant he was. "Would you do that?" Elaine interrogated quizzically. "If I was a different person," George confessed and Elaine raised her eyebrows considering that'd be a George thing to do.