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CHAPTER 3

Still trying not to ship this!

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Trying Not To Think Is Tricky

With his partner of eight years lying next to him on the floor, it was very difficult for him to turn his brain off. The fact of the matter is, he was doing just fine thinking or not thinking about her before she let herself in. He was kidding himself, Eames was a huge part of his life and he was trying to decide if that was something he needed to change … so in fact he was thinking. She was getting on his nerves, he needed a break from her yet she was his best friend which he needed right now but she really wasn't supportive as of late so screw her. He was frustrated because he was thinking … he didn't want to think. He responded to his thoughts with a heavy sigh.

"I'm annoying you by being here, aren't I?"

"Yeah, kind of."

"Tuff, I'm not leaving."

"Why Eames … why do you insist on staying here flat on your back while I try not to think?"

"Because we're wounded and I want us bandaged up."

"I'm going back to not thinking again."

"Good luck with that."

Eames knew that as long as she stayed, Goren couldn't run away from the truth. What the truth was, was to be determined. Staying in direct contact with him was important for her, he was her best friend … at least deep down she knew that to be true, it use to be on the surface and that's where she wanted it again.

It was getting late and she was sick of lying on the floor, she got up and went into his bedroom to change into one of his t-shirts. She made herself comfortable on his couch, all the while, his eyes watching every move she was making, it then dawned on her that she was hungry.

"Bobby, are you hungry?"

"No. Why aren't you going home?"

"Because I'm not. Do you have any food in the frig?"

"Yeah … go home Eames."

"No."

She made herself an omelet and sat on the floor beside Bobby and tried to feed him some, he crossed his arms even tighter to his chest and rolled his eyes once again.

"You're being a baby."

"I'm in my own apartment and I want to be left alone … is that too much to ask?"

"I want my best friend back … is that too much to ask?"

With that statement, he stood up and stormed off into his bedroom.

That went well.

Moments later he came storming back into his living room.

"Best friend!? How long since we've been each others best friend Eames? I can't remember the last time we've actually had a personal conversation … three years ago maybe?"

"Is that my fault?"

"Is it mine? Is it my fault that at seven I started to notice that my mother was different than the other mothers … that it defined my entire fucking life? Why Eames, is it because I'm a big brute of a man that I'm suppose to take every fucking slap in the face and not even flinch … is that it? Is that why my best friend turned her back on me time and time again the past two fucking years? I should be mentally big and strong to match my outside, so fuck you Goren … buck up … everybody's life sucks, get over It."

"I never said that."

"You didn't have to. Actions speak louder. The undercover assignment … you should have understood that … but you didn't … you kept me on the ropes. Yeah Eames, what a pal."

"You don't understand … I was scared … I could have killed you or you could have been killed. We've always been each others back-up. My anger was really fear. I love you like a big brother … I could have lost you, that scared me and I yelled … I'm a woman so sue me."

"Big Brother? I know how you treat your family Eames, you don't treat me like a brother. You treat me like a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe."

"Fuck you Goren! Never in the eight years that I've known you have I treated you like that! So yeah, okay, fuck you … get over it! Is that what you want me to say? Get over your damn self … your … your self pity, self loathing crap … just get the fuck over it! Turn off that fucking genius brain … no … scratch that, I don't think you're a genius, I think you're a fucking idiot! Why am I wasting my time trying to make amends with you when I can be doing something more constructive with my time like watching paint dry! See ya around pal."

It's now Eames turn to storm into his bedroom. She slams the door hard enough for the apartment to vibrate. She changes back into her clothes and marches herself right out of his door.

She drives home so pissed off that she's shaking, not crying, shaking. She walks through the door, lies on the floor crosses her arms over her chest, crosses her ankles and stares at her ceiling and tries not to think … about him.

About an hour or so later, she heard a knock on her door … she didn't answer it. He let himself in. He found her lying on the floor in the middle of the living room staring at the ceiling. He walked around to her left side and mimicked her. Her eyes shifted to her left his shifted to his right.

"I am a fucking idiot but I brought pizza if you're still hungry."

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I don't know ... I like when they're pissed at each other ... it's fun to write! Give me your thoughts ... please. Thanks for reading! Judeey ;)