Chapter 8
John woke up the next morning, sore and he had a huge headache. He slowly got out of bed and walked to the kitchen to take a couple of Advil. He got a cup and filled it with water. Then he opened another cupboard and took out the bottle of Advil. He took two out and put the bottle back. He put the tablets in his mouth and drank the water. After that he put the cup in the sink and looked around. He finally noticed that Rose wasn't there. Then he saw the note on the table. He walked over and read it. After he read it, he put it down, leaned on the table, and shook his head. "Damn, that girl is crazy." He picked up his phone and called Julia.
"Hello?"
"Yo Julia. It's John."
"Hey babe. How are ya?"
"Look, Jules, we're not boyfriend and girlfriend."
She was silent for a moment. "You mean, we're breaking up?" She started sniffling.
"Julia, we were never goin out. Your sister tried to hook us up, but it never worked. I'm sorry if right now you're goin to cry. But just so you know, I still want to be friends with you. You can count on me for anything at all. Just call me up and I'll help you with whatever you need. I just hope that we can still talk to each other."
"You know what John?"
"What?"
"I never want to speak to you again." She hung up.
He looked at the phone for a second. "Damn, I was hopin we could stay friends. But, I guess that's life." He put his phone down and walked to the sofa. He sat there for a few minutes, and then grabbed the remote. He flipped through the channels until he came up to The Simpsons. He watched it almost until the end, because that's when he heard someone knocking on his door. He quickly got up and opened the door.
"Hey John. How're ya feelin?"
He was surprised. "Rose, what are ya doin here?"
"What? Can't I come and check up on ya?"
"Well, yeah. That's nice of you."
They stood there for a few seconds, staring at each other. Rose was the fist to speak. "Well, can I come in?"
"Yeah, no problem." He let her in. "Sorry about that."
She walked in and sat on the sofa. "Don't worry about it. So, how are you doin?"
He closed the door and sat next to her. "I'm doin a lot better, thanks to you." He smiled at her.
She quickly changed the subject. "So did you call Julia back?"
"Yeah, I did when I woke up. And just a little info for you, she's not my girlfriend."
She stared at him. "Oh really?"
"Yeah, she isn't. Her sister actually tried to hook us up, but it didn't work out. I was actually hoping to be friends with her, but since she got her facts mixed up, she hates my guts." He looked a little sad.
Rose rubbed his back. "Damn, that's gotta suck. But hell, that's her loss."
"Yeah, I guess so."
"So, do you feel up to going out with me for the day?"
He looked up at her quickly. "Damn right I am. I'm always up to doin stuff with you."
She turned away to hide the fact that she was blushing. After a few moments she looked back at John. "Well, go change."
"Aight." He walked to his bedroom and closed the door. A second later he came out again. He began to flex. "You sure you want me to cover my bod?"
She laughed. "Do you really want me to answer that?"
"Nah, I was only kiddin." He walked back into the bedroom. About ten minutes later, he walked out wearing a Red Sox jersey, a Red Sox cap, jean shorts, and his black and white Converse. He modeled it for Rose. "You like the outfit?"
Rose laughed. "Hell no!"
He looked at her confused. "Why not?"
She smiled. "I'm a Yankee fan."
He smiled too. "No wonder."
"You didn't know I was a Yankee fan?"
"Naw, but I do now. But you know what?"
"What?"
"You're gonna have to live with me wearin this."
"Whatever, I'll be able to live with it. Come on, let's go already."
They walked out to Rose's car and drove off.
At 5 o'clock that afternoon, they walked back into John's apartment talking about the movie Van Helsing. They sat on the sofa and chatted for a half an hour. Rose looked at the clock. "Damn, I gotta go."
John looked at her, not wanting her to leave. "Why do you have to leave?"
"'Cause the Yankees are playin, and I know you don't wanna watch them."
He laughed. "Yeah, I don't. And the Red Sox are playin too. And I know you don't wanna watch them either."
She laughed. "Yeah, I don't." She walked to the door and he followed. She turned around to face him. "I'll see ya later."
He smiled at her. "Thanks for the great day Rose. Well, thanks for everything."
"Don't worry about it John." She gently touched his arm.
He looked at her hand on his arm, and slowly leaned in to kiss her. She saw this, and leaned in to kiss him. Their lips touched, and they shared a long, passionate kiss. When they pulled back, they both looked at each other and smiled. John broke the silence. "I'll see you soon Rose."
"Damn right you will." She winked at him and walked out of his apartment and to her car.
John woke up the next morning, sore and he had a huge headache. He slowly got out of bed and walked to the kitchen to take a couple of Advil. He got a cup and filled it with water. Then he opened another cupboard and took out the bottle of Advil. He took two out and put the bottle back. He put the tablets in his mouth and drank the water. After that he put the cup in the sink and looked around. He finally noticed that Rose wasn't there. Then he saw the note on the table. He walked over and read it. After he read it, he put it down, leaned on the table, and shook his head. "Damn, that girl is crazy." He picked up his phone and called Julia.
"Hello?"
"Yo Julia. It's John."
"Hey babe. How are ya?"
"Look, Jules, we're not boyfriend and girlfriend."
She was silent for a moment. "You mean, we're breaking up?" She started sniffling.
"Julia, we were never goin out. Your sister tried to hook us up, but it never worked. I'm sorry if right now you're goin to cry. But just so you know, I still want to be friends with you. You can count on me for anything at all. Just call me up and I'll help you with whatever you need. I just hope that we can still talk to each other."
"You know what John?"
"What?"
"I never want to speak to you again." She hung up.
He looked at the phone for a second. "Damn, I was hopin we could stay friends. But, I guess that's life." He put his phone down and walked to the sofa. He sat there for a few minutes, and then grabbed the remote. He flipped through the channels until he came up to The Simpsons. He watched it almost until the end, because that's when he heard someone knocking on his door. He quickly got up and opened the door.
"Hey John. How're ya feelin?"
He was surprised. "Rose, what are ya doin here?"
"What? Can't I come and check up on ya?"
"Well, yeah. That's nice of you."
They stood there for a few seconds, staring at each other. Rose was the fist to speak. "Well, can I come in?"
"Yeah, no problem." He let her in. "Sorry about that."
She walked in and sat on the sofa. "Don't worry about it. So, how are you doin?"
He closed the door and sat next to her. "I'm doin a lot better, thanks to you." He smiled at her.
She quickly changed the subject. "So did you call Julia back?"
"Yeah, I did when I woke up. And just a little info for you, she's not my girlfriend."
She stared at him. "Oh really?"
"Yeah, she isn't. Her sister actually tried to hook us up, but it didn't work out. I was actually hoping to be friends with her, but since she got her facts mixed up, she hates my guts." He looked a little sad.
Rose rubbed his back. "Damn, that's gotta suck. But hell, that's her loss."
"Yeah, I guess so."
"So, do you feel up to going out with me for the day?"
He looked up at her quickly. "Damn right I am. I'm always up to doin stuff with you."
She turned away to hide the fact that she was blushing. After a few moments she looked back at John. "Well, go change."
"Aight." He walked to his bedroom and closed the door. A second later he came out again. He began to flex. "You sure you want me to cover my bod?"
She laughed. "Do you really want me to answer that?"
"Nah, I was only kiddin." He walked back into the bedroom. About ten minutes later, he walked out wearing a Red Sox jersey, a Red Sox cap, jean shorts, and his black and white Converse. He modeled it for Rose. "You like the outfit?"
Rose laughed. "Hell no!"
He looked at her confused. "Why not?"
She smiled. "I'm a Yankee fan."
He smiled too. "No wonder."
"You didn't know I was a Yankee fan?"
"Naw, but I do now. But you know what?"
"What?"
"You're gonna have to live with me wearin this."
"Whatever, I'll be able to live with it. Come on, let's go already."
They walked out to Rose's car and drove off.
At 5 o'clock that afternoon, they walked back into John's apartment talking about the movie Van Helsing. They sat on the sofa and chatted for a half an hour. Rose looked at the clock. "Damn, I gotta go."
John looked at her, not wanting her to leave. "Why do you have to leave?"
"'Cause the Yankees are playin, and I know you don't wanna watch them."
He laughed. "Yeah, I don't. And the Red Sox are playin too. And I know you don't wanna watch them either."
She laughed. "Yeah, I don't." She walked to the door and he followed. She turned around to face him. "I'll see ya later."
He smiled at her. "Thanks for the great day Rose. Well, thanks for everything."
"Don't worry about it John." She gently touched his arm.
He looked at her hand on his arm, and slowly leaned in to kiss her. She saw this, and leaned in to kiss him. Their lips touched, and they shared a long, passionate kiss. When they pulled back, they both looked at each other and smiled. John broke the silence. "I'll see you soon Rose."
"Damn right you will." She winked at him and walked out of his apartment and to her car.