A lesson of Envy
Annie was sitting on the couch, watching TV. Jet was probably checking the ship or something. Faye was probably sulking in her room and cursing my very existence, but Ed and Ein was no where to be found.
I stepped out of the steaming hot shower, chills ran up and down my back when my heated feet touched the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. I've always had sensitive feet. That's why I favor my navy blue boots, because the inside of them are so comfortable. I wiggled my toes, a sudden unexpected unwanted memory rushed into my head. The bottom of a certain pair of soft feet, kicking wildly, just beyond that, a bundle of purple hair flying everywhere. High pitched laughs filling the tiny gray room.
I shook my head, cold droplets of water sprinkling my face and neck. I didn't have time to be thinking about that woman. Her or her stupid feet. I grabbed the thin towel hanging from the rack and wrapped it around my waist. I actually had to wrap it twice because it was so damn long. Soon as I grabbed my toothbrush and stuck it in my mouth, somebody started banging on the door. The bathroom door is a metal one, so they had to be hitting pretty hard to make so much clatter. I thought Jet might have needed my help and pressed the red open button. Without warning, Faye came tumbling out of the door. She stopped her self from running into me and looked up, slightly embarrassed.
"Are you done yet?" she asked, straightening herself up and flipping hair from her face. I turned back to the sink and started to brush my teeth again.
"No," I mumbled through the thick paste. I spat it out and rinsed out my mouth. Before I had a chance to say anything, she had turned and walked away. Jet's words suddenly invaded my brain
' Either you apologize and wait for her to say sorry, or things just won't work out. Not because it's UN-fixable, but because she won't allow herself to talk to someone to has done her wrong.'
I sighed and tried to concentrate on reading the back of the toothpaste tube, but his words just repeated themselves. I sighed. I was starting to think that maybe I couldn't live with Faye being mad at me the way she was. She didn't say and fight like she would have done. She didn't even roll her eyes or anything, just walked away like she didn't care. I hated to admit it, but I felt a little bit of envy twist at my stomach when I saw Jet and Faye standing in the kitchen. I remembered how tranquil her face looked, and that small smile she had before she saw me and it faded into a deep scowl. We only had a few times like that, and now I got the feeling that I was being replaced by Jet. Then I remembered yesterday, when she just walked right past me and went over to him...
But who cares? Who cares if she and Jet was going to start hanging out? Who cares if they're gonna have a tight bond? Who cares if she is starting to fall out of love with me when I'm starting to fall for her?
Annie was sitting on the couch, watching TV. Jet was probably checking the ship or something. Faye was probably sulking in her room and cursing my very existence, but Ed and Ein was no where to be found.
I stepped out of the steaming hot shower, chills ran up and down my back when my heated feet touched the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. I've always had sensitive feet. That's why I favor my navy blue boots, because the inside of them are so comfortable. I wiggled my toes, a sudden unexpected unwanted memory rushed into my head. The bottom of a certain pair of soft feet, kicking wildly, just beyond that, a bundle of purple hair flying everywhere. High pitched laughs filling the tiny gray room.
I shook my head, cold droplets of water sprinkling my face and neck. I didn't have time to be thinking about that woman. Her or her stupid feet. I grabbed the thin towel hanging from the rack and wrapped it around my waist. I actually had to wrap it twice because it was so damn long. Soon as I grabbed my toothbrush and stuck it in my mouth, somebody started banging on the door. The bathroom door is a metal one, so they had to be hitting pretty hard to make so much clatter. I thought Jet might have needed my help and pressed the red open button. Without warning, Faye came tumbling out of the door. She stopped her self from running into me and looked up, slightly embarrassed.
"Are you done yet?" she asked, straightening herself up and flipping hair from her face. I turned back to the sink and started to brush my teeth again.
"No," I mumbled through the thick paste. I spat it out and rinsed out my mouth. Before I had a chance to say anything, she had turned and walked away. Jet's words suddenly invaded my brain
' Either you apologize and wait for her to say sorry, or things just won't work out. Not because it's UN-fixable, but because she won't allow herself to talk to someone to has done her wrong.'
I sighed and tried to concentrate on reading the back of the toothpaste tube, but his words just repeated themselves. I sighed. I was starting to think that maybe I couldn't live with Faye being mad at me the way she was. She didn't say and fight like she would have done. She didn't even roll her eyes or anything, just walked away like she didn't care. I hated to admit it, but I felt a little bit of envy twist at my stomach when I saw Jet and Faye standing in the kitchen. I remembered how tranquil her face looked, and that small smile she had before she saw me and it faded into a deep scowl. We only had a few times like that, and now I got the feeling that I was being replaced by Jet. Then I remembered yesterday, when she just walked right past me and went over to him...
But who cares? Who cares if she and Jet was going to start hanging out? Who cares if they're gonna have a tight bond? Who cares if she is starting to fall out of love with me when I'm starting to fall for her?
