Chapter 6

Joey sat in his room in the basement thinking of what he had just done and what to do about it. What was he going to say to her? How do you apologize for doing something like that? Now she surely wouldn't go out with him.

When the rest of the family had left the table at dinner that night, Joey confronted Allison and tried to butter her up by offering to do the dishes and complimenting her on her cooking. She didn't like that very much. She preferred getting to the point of things instead of beating around the bush. Too much time is wasted if you just let problems dwell. She would've taken care of this issue in the morning, but she was going to be late for work. So she brought it up now.

"Joey, I know you like me," she told him sternly, setting two plates into the sink. She turned towards him. "Everyone knows you like me. You stare at me all the time; you try to impress me by bragging about yourself or telling stupid jokes. But this has gone too far. Watching me change is not the way to get me to like you back. The truth is I don't like you the way you like me if you haven't gotten it yet; especially after you did this. It really pisses me off. You have to stop." She walked back to the table to clear it off.

"Allison," Joey said remorsefully following her, "I'm really sorry. It was an accident."

"And when you let me stay here," she continued as if she hadn't heard him, "I thought you were being so generous," she paused, reflecting on the moment she knew she had a home, "but now I find out its just so you can be a pervert 'cause you have a crush on me." She slammed the dishes in the sink. "It makes me not want to live here anymore."

"That's not the way it happened. I just walked in. It wasn't intentional."

She paused and leaned against the counter. She studied his eyes coldly as the hot water ran in the sink. "I can't tell if you're being honest or not. That's how much I don't know you. Your personality changes every time we're together. You came back to get me off the street and then you act all cheesy and fake the next time I'm around you and then you let me stay here and then you spy on me. I don't know which one is the honest you."

"I wasn't spying on you. Please, don't accuse me of all these things."

"I'm not like all the other shallow girls you've met, Joey," she continued, starting to wash the dishes. "I don't like you being fake with me. I would just like you to be yourself and not try to impress me all the time. Even the first day I met you, all you wanted to do was impress me." She looked at him, smiling a little. "And actually, I think it made me like you less."

"Please, tell me something I can do to make you change your mind and forgive me," Joey pleaded.

She turned towards him. "I want to know who you really are. I don't want your stupid comic side or your cheesy dry side. I already know those. I want to know who you really are. What are you passionate about; what makes you want to get out of bed everyday? That's what I want."

"You just quoted Rambo: First Blood Part II," Joey said, laughing nervously, not sure if she would think it was funny.

"I'll take that offer on you washing the dishes." Without looking at him, she took the sopping wet washcloth and gave it to him by smacking it on his chest. She walked out of the room leaving Joey with a soaking wet shirt.

To be continued…

A/N: Sorry, i know this chapter is short and i'm leaving you on a cliffhanger, but i'll try to make the next chapter longer or just more exciting. and i'll try to get it posted next week, so i won't leave you hanging so long!