I was getting a tad cranky. And the screaming and aggressive pillow throwing wasn’t helping matters. I rubbed at my temples feeling a headache coming on. I needed a drink.
I went to the mini-fridge and pulled out the so tiny it should be illegal bottle of whisky and quickly unscrewed the cap. I tossed it back and coughed. I was vaguely aware that Vivian was still yelling at me.
Her face was flushed and I could still see some honey stuck in hair. I probably shouldn’t mention that. If I had any sense of self-preservation I really shouldn’t poke the snarling bear.
“You’ve still got shit in your hair,” I pointed out.
Vivian’s eyes went wide as if she couldn’t believe what just came from my mouth. I smirked at her and shrugged again.
“I could have helped you get that out, you know,” I told her, wiggling my eyebrows.
Vivian let out what could only be described as a She-Ra battle cry and launched herself at me.
Hell yeah!
She wrapped her legs around my waist and her hands went for my throat. She knocked me backwards and we went tumbling. I bumped into the coffee table, pushing it over. The back of my knees hit the couch and I fell to the floor, Vivian on top of me.
I started to laugh, rocking my now happy groin against her, until I saw the look of pure murder on her face. Crap!
Was she honestly trying to strangle me?
“Vivian!” I choked out, shoving her off me. She rolled to her side and sat up, covering her face with her hands.
She went from raging pissed to sobbing mess in less than two seconds. And I didn’t know what I was supposed to do.
When did this go from entertaining to cry me a river? Did I miss something? It was just fucking honey!
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I barked less than kindly. I was quickly losing my patience with this song and dance.
Vivian wasn’t the easiest chick to be around. She was volatile and moody. I never knew whether to expect a kiss or a kick the stomach. She was up and down, left and right. But that’s what I dug about her. She kept me on my toes. We fought. We made up. She screamed, I yelled, and then we’d hump like rabbits.
So the sudden tear-fest made no sense.
Vivian furiously wiped her face and got to her feet. She shook her head when I tried to reach out for her. I wrapped my arms around her waist, trying to make her stop.
I nuzzled the back of her neck, hoping to move us past the ready to kill each other stage to the let’s rip our clothes off and forget this bullshit phase.
“Just stop it, Cole. Just let me go,” she begged, not really struggling, but not leaning back into me either.
Okay, so I really wasn’t getting what the big deal was. Maybe it was the fact that it was almost one in the morning. Or maybe it had to do with the whiskey I had just downed. Maybe it was the serious case of blue balls that had my nuts in a vice. Whatever the reason, I was having a seriously hard time figuring out what was going on.
“Are you really that mad at me?” I scoffed, hardly able to believe that my moronic screw up could upset her that badly. Vivian was made of harder stuff than that. Which is why she was such a cool chick.
Vivian pulled away and I was left standing there, grasping at air. I felt a shift in her demeanor. The vibe in the room was anything but happy, happy, good times. It sucked.
“I’m just sick and tired of feeling like a joke to you! You fuck other girls and I scream and make an idiot of myself. You decide you want my company and I jump at the chance to be there. You feel the need to try your crazy sex shenanigans and I’m your happy little guinea pig. I’m over it, Cole! Freaking over it!” she said firmly, her voice rising.
I laughed. Bad response, I know. But I couldn’t help it.
“Is this for real? You seriously think that?” I asked incredulously. How could I listen to this shit with a straight face when it was so damn ridiculous?
Vivian threw her hands in the air and groaned. “See! This is exactly what I’m talking about!”