Excerpt from 'Nineteen Seventy Something' - The Relationship
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"Please Julie Ann...no more Barry Manilow!"
"Fine then, Rod Stewart it is!"
Julie Ann crammed the 8-track into the stereo and sat back down beside me on the couch.
"It'd be fine with me if we just sit here in complete silence. Hell, we could even strike up a conversation with each other if you turn off that music."
The girl stormed across the room and turned the stereo off, spinning around and glaring at me.
"Rusty Steele, you are becoming increasingly difficult to live with!" She spit the words out with venom, her hands on her hips.
"Me? I'm the same guy I've always been! It's YOU that's being difficult!"
This was what our relationship had become in the six months since I had agreed to give Julie Ann Mathis another chance back in October. We bickered about everything...what music to listen to, what to eat, where to eat, what I'm wearing, what she's wearing...we even bickered about...
"Rusty, I'm late again. I think it's for real this time." Julie Ann teared up and dropped her face in the palms of her hands.
"Oh, you were late last month and the month before that. Have you ever stopped to think that just maybe you start thinking you're late way too early every month?" I remained seated on the couch with an indifferent look on my face.
"How many times do you think we've had unprotected sex, Rusty?"
I shrugged, "I dunno, thousands of times, I guess."
Julie Ann rolled her eyes, "No, not thousands...but the point is, the odds of me getting pregnant increase every time we 'do it', you know?"
"Well, how about we just don't do it anymore? That should take a load off your mind. You could spend all that brain power coming up with some different ways to make me miserable...that would be a refreshing change of pace." I gritted my teeth and looked through her as if she were invisible.
"Fine...we WON'T do it anymore! I should go home."
"Maybe so...surprise your parents." It had now become a game and we both knew how it would end.
"I won't go home. You just want me to go home so you can go be with HER!" She turned her back to me, faking a pout.
"Well, she doesn't listen to Barry Manilow...and she never tells me she's late on her period." I held back a grin.
"Of course not...SHE'S not giving you any!" Her back remained turned to me.
I sat there silently, holding my tongue. A smile spread across my face as I patiently waited for her next wave of over-reactions to come. Less than a minute had passed when Julie Ann whirled around and faced me.
"She's not giving you any, is she?" Sparks flew from her eyes as I looked at her, struggling not to laugh.
"Fine! I'm going to bed!" She stormed out of the room as I yelled to her.
"You can't go to bed in my bed! You have to be home in an hour!"
"I may not go home...maybe my daddy will come over here looking for me. Maybe he'll kick your ass...you deserve it, you know."
I lit up a Marlboro and blew smoke rings, watching them circle above my head, eventually evaporating. I managed to smoke the entire cigarette before her whiny voice called from the bedroom.
"Rusty? Rusty...will you come lay with me?"
I sighed and snuffed out the cigarette then made my way toward the bedroom. We had the perfect relationship as long as we didn't try to talk to each another.Nineteen Seventy Something
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"Please Julie Ann...no more Barry Manilow!"
"Fine then, Rod Stewart it is!"
Julie Ann crammed the 8-track into the stereo and sat back down beside me on the couch.
"It'd be fine with me if we just sit here in complete silence. Hell, we could even strike up a conversation with each other if you turn off that music."
The girl stormed across the room and turned the stereo off, spinning around and glaring at me.
"Rusty Steele, you are becoming increasingly difficult to live with!" She spit the words out with venom, her hands on her hips.
"Me? I'm the same guy I've always been! It's YOU that's being difficult!"
This was what our relationship had become in the six months since I had agreed to give Julie Ann Mathis another chance back in October. We bickered about everything...what music to listen to, what to eat, where to eat, what I'm wearing, what she's wearing...we even bickered about...
"Rusty, I'm late again. I think it's for real this time." Julie Ann teared up and dropped her face in the palms of her hands.
"Oh, you were late last month and the month before that. Have you ever stopped to think that just maybe you start thinking you're late way too early every month?" I remained seated on the couch with an indifferent look on my face.
"How many times do you think we've had unprotected sex, Rusty?"
I shrugged, "I dunno, thousands of times, I guess."
Julie Ann rolled her eyes, "No, not thousands...but the point is, the odds of me getting pregnant increase every time we 'do it', you know?"
"Well, how about we just don't do it anymore? That should take a load off your mind. You could spend all that brain power coming up with some different ways to make me miserable...that would be a refreshing change of pace." I gritted my teeth and looked through her as if she were invisible.
"Fine...we WON'T do it anymore! I should go home."
"Maybe so...surprise your parents." It had now become a game and we both knew how it would end.
"I won't go home. You just want me to go home so you can go be with HER!" She turned her back to me, faking a pout.
"Well, she doesn't listen to Barry Manilow...and she never tells me she's late on her period." I held back a grin.
"Of course not...SHE'S not giving you any!" Her back remained turned to me.
I sat there silently, holding my tongue. A smile spread across my face as I patiently waited for her next wave of over-reactions to come. Less than a minute had passed when Julie Ann whirled around and faced me.
"She's not giving you any, is she?" Sparks flew from her eyes as I looked at her, struggling not to laugh.
"Fine! I'm going to bed!" She stormed out of the room as I yelled to her.
"You can't go to bed in my bed! You have to be home in an hour!"
"I may not go home...maybe my daddy will come over here looking for me. Maybe he'll kick your ass...you deserve it, you know."
I lit up a Marlboro and blew smoke rings, watching them circle above my head, eventually evaporating. I managed to smoke the entire cigarette before her whiny voice called from the bedroom.
"Rusty? Rusty...will you come lay with me?"
I sighed and snuffed out the cigarette then made my way toward the bedroom. We had the perfect relationship as long as we didn't try to talk to each another.Nineteen Seventy Something
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