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Chapter 21: Day 3 Still Continued

After I cried for a while, I tried to sleep, but it was hopeless. I washed my face so Randy wouldn't be able to tell I had been crying and made my way downstairs. I could smell the food all the way upstairs and it smelled delicious. I walked past Randy and grabbed a plate, loading it up with food. I sat down on the table across from him and watched him push his food around on his plate. I put a piece of steak in my mouth and chewed it slowly.

"This is really good." I stated, hoping to start some sort of conversation.

"Thanks." He said, his voice emotionless. I nodded and continued eating, while watching him. I watched him get up and carry his plate to the trash can, and empty all its contents into the bag. He put his plate in the dishwasher and started cleaning the dishes. I finished my food and went into the kitchen. I rinsed my dish before placing it in the dishwasher. I reached over and grabbed the pan Randy was washing, stopping his movements.

"I'll finish."

"No, I got it." He said, stubbornly trying to pull the pan away from me.

"No, really, I can do it."

"Kendall, I can wash the dishes." He said in an angry tone. I tugged a bit harder, yanking it from his grasp.

"I know you can, but you cooked too, I can finish doing the dishes." I replied trying to keep my cool.

"Whatever." Randy said as he left the kitchen.

"Okaaay." I said to myself as I took my time and washed all the dishes and started the dish washer. I walked all over the house trying to find Randy, he and I definitely need to talk. I couldn't find him but his car was still there, so I knew he must be in the gym, taking out his frustrations on some punching bag. I marched upstairs and sat in the guest room I was using, trying to figure out what was up with Randy. He couldn't get that mad about a dumb dent on his car, he wasn't that materialistic. I heard the phone ring from downstairs and paused to see if I would hear Randy pick it up. He didn't and the machine picked it up but there was no message. The phone rang again and I sighed. It must be important. I ran downstairs and quickly grabbed the phone before the final ring.

"hello?" I greeted, pausing to catch my breath.

"Kendall? Is that you?" I heard and smiled as I recognized Randy's mom's voice.

"Yeah, it's me. How are you Elaine?" I asked, taking a seat on the couch in the living room.

"Oh I'm great dear, how are you? Are you enjoying your stay here?" She asked politely.

"I'm doing…alright. St. Louis is great, I'm going to be sad to leave." I said honestly. It wasn't just St. Louis either, I was going to miss Randy's home; I really made myself at home here and it even felt more homey than my own home in Connecticut did.

"Well you are always welcome to come visit." She said and I laughed in the phone before telling her I would take her up on that. "So is Randy around?"

"Yeah, he's in the gym, would you like me to go get him?" I asked, already standing up.

"Oh no. If I know my son, he would not want to be interrupted while he's working out, no matter how good my news is." Elaine said with a laugh.

"Oh? Good news?" I asked curious, as I sat back down.

"Oh yes! Don't tell Randy, I want to tell him, but his sister just got engaged!" She exclaimed.

"Oh really? That's great." I said, trying to be enthusiastic, but it was hard. I was happy for his sister, though I'd never met her, it was just, sometimes I thought about how it would feel to be so in love with someone that marriage was just around the corner.

"It is. Now come on and tell me why you sound so sad." Elaine said in a motherly tone.

"What? I'm not sad."

"Dear, don't try to fool a mother, it can never be done."

I smiled and shrugged. "It's nothing."

"Of course its something! Did my son do something?" She asked and I only sighed. "He did, didn't he? Well tell what happened." I explained what had happened over the past two days, the good, the bad and the ugly. She just added in small hmm's and uh-huh's while I told the story. By the time I was done I felt so much better, telling someone, getting everything off my chest. "Well it's quite simple dear."

"Is it?" I asked, unsure.

"Yes it is. You know him well enough to know he wouldn't get so mad over some stupid dent right?"

"Well, I thought I did." I sighed.

"He's in love with you." She said and I shook my head.

"Well, I know that, we're pretty good friends."

"No dear, he doesn't love you, he's in love with you."

I paused and thought about it. He'd said he loved her before but she never thought he did like that. "But, how do you know?"

"Kendall, I could tell just by the way he looks at you. I know it's cliché but he only has eyes for you. And when he talks about you or is talking with you, I can hear the love in his voice; it's the same way my husband talks to me. He's told us about you before and it was so clear he was madly in love with you, he couldn't wait for us to meet you; and he never introduces us to his girlfriends."

I nodded, starting to understand. "But, why did he get so mad at me for his car?"

"What have you been doing all week? Sleeping?" She joked. "He'd been trying to show you how much he loves you and hoping you'll turn around and trust him again, just like you wanted. He's trying to show you that you are his other half and he's getting frustrated that you haven't noticed. The dent was just a way for him to take out his anger." I was again silent and thought everything over; I mean, it made sense but I would never know for sure unless I talked to Randy.

"Thanks Elaine. I really appreciate it."

"Oh, no problem. Well, I better go dear. I'll talk to you later." She said, happy to help.

"Ok, I'll tell Randy you called. Bye." I said and hung up and leaned back in the couch. I was going to wait for Randy to come up from the gym and then I wanted to talk. I turned my head when I heard the garage door slam. My eyes connected with a shirtless, sweaty Randy's and his eyes lit up but then darkened. I watched him turn around and go back into the garage to work out more. I groaned and stood up. If he wasn't going to come out then I will go in. I opened the door and walked down the steps and stood, watching him set up his treadmill before he got on and started running.

"Randy, can we talk?" I asked sounding much more vulnerable than I would have liked. He turned his head and looked at me but said nothing. "I know you're mad at me, but you have to know that I'm sorry. I never meant to mess up your car, it was an accident. I'm sorry." I practically begged. I just wanted him to talk to me.

He smiled and turned away from me, focusing in front of him. "Listen, I'm sorry I got so mad about that dent but this had nothing to do with the dent."

I looked at him confused. "Then what is this about?" He didn't say anything, just ran harder and faster. "Are you going to answer my question?" I asked angrily after he said nothing.

"We can talk later, I'm trying to work out, if you hadn't noticed."

"How could I not notice? It's all you've been doing for the past two hours!" I exploded throwing my hands in the air.

"Kendall, just leave, we'll talk when I'm done." He demanded.

"No! We'll talk now." I said with my hands on my hips. He said nothing, didn't even acknowledge I was still there. "Fine." I said and marched up the stairs and slammed the door behind me. It looked like I was just going to have to wait for him to stop being so stubborn.