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just taken to the face or the
fact that nobody lifted my spirits like she could, but I was feeling really
good.
I knew it was unfair to compare my girlfriend to Lucy
considering that we grew up together, but it was disappointing that neither
Chelsea nor my parents could feign even a fraction of the enthusiasm that Lucy
did in my goals.
It wasn’t like I was under any delusions that Chelsea was The One
or anything, but she was still supposed to be the person I could rely on more
than anyone. Unfortunately, she just wasn’t interested in the same stuff as me...
apart from sex and money, of course. But I did care about her, and we’d been
through a lot together.
Which is why I was going to have a talk with her as soon as I
got home.
After all, no one else knew how poorly she was taking care of
herself, and I had waited long enough to say something.
And I had every right. Plus, if my parent’s awkward relationship
had taught me anything, it was that communication was an essential part of a
relationship. Or at least, avoiding communication at all costs doesn’t help
anything.
She was sitting on the couch when I let myself into the
apartment.
“Where were you?” she asked, keeping her eyes on her magazine.
“Hello to you, too,” I said, tossing my keys in the bowl by the
front door.
“Well?”
“I went to check out a new ice cream place with Lucy.”
“Of course you did. Cause I can’t leave you alone for two
seconds without you going to hang out with her.”
“Chill, Chelse. You know I like ice cream, and you don’t eat it.
It’s not a big deal.”
“Are you sleeping with her?”
I laughed. “Yes, getting ice cream is code for that. Didn’t you
know?”
“I’m serious, Aiden. You’ve been spending a lot of time with
her.”
“Gee, I guess you’re right. I mean, if I started hanging out
with her when I was ten-” I looked up and pretended to count on my fingers.
When I looked back at her she was seething.
“I’m not laughing.”
“And I’m not sleeping with Lucy, okay? If that was going to
happen it would’ve happened a long time ago.”
She tossed the magazine to the side and crossed her legs.
“Are you sure you’re not upset about something else?”
“I’m fine.”
“Okay, good,” I said, taking a seat on the couch. “Cause I would
never cheat on you, babe. You know that, right?”
She nodded.
“Are you in for the night?” I asked.
“Yeah, why?”
“I was hoping we could talk about something.” I scooted next to
her.
“What?”
“I want to talk to you about what happened the other day-”
“I told you I was sorry-”
“Not about what you said.” I put my arm across the couch behind
her. “About what your agent said.”
She laid her head on my shoulder. “About what?”
“About you being too skinny.”
She sat up, wiggling out from under my arm. “What about it?”
“Don’t get all worked up. I just want to have a calm
discussion.”
“You want to have a calm discussion about my weight?”
I nodded.
She cocked her head at me. “Do you know nothing about women?”
“Look, you know I think you look great.”
“What’s your point?”
“I think you would look even better if you gained a few pounds.”
“A few pounds ?!”
“Yeah. I think you would feel better, too.”
“Did my agent put you up to this?” she asked, scooting away.
“No, Chelse. I’m only mentioning it because I care about you,
and I want you to be happy.”
Her bottom lip started to shake.
“And I think if you ate a little more you would be happier, and
maybe it would even help you get more jobs which I know is important to you.”
“I literally can’t believe you right now.”
“What?”
“I can’t believe you would pick a fight with me when I’m already
waging a battle on another front.”
“What front?”
She raised her arm in the air and pointed at the middle of her
forehead.
I squinted. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m calling it
fact that nobody lifted my spirits like she could, but I was feeling really
good.
I knew it was unfair to compare my girlfriend to Lucy
considering that we grew up together, but it was disappointing that neither
Chelsea nor my parents could feign even a fraction of the enthusiasm that Lucy
did in my goals.
It wasn’t like I was under any delusions that Chelsea was The One
or anything, but she was still supposed to be the person I could rely on more
than anyone. Unfortunately, she just wasn’t interested in the same stuff as me...
apart from sex and money, of course. But I did care about her, and we’d been
through a lot together.
Which is why I was going to have a talk with her as soon as I
got home.
After all, no one else knew how poorly she was taking care of
herself, and I had waited long enough to say something.
And I had every right. Plus, if my parent’s awkward relationship
had taught me anything, it was that communication was an essential part of a
relationship. Or at least, avoiding communication at all costs doesn’t help
anything.
She was sitting on the couch when I let myself into the
apartment.
“Where were you?” she asked, keeping her eyes on her magazine.
“Hello to you, too,” I said, tossing my keys in the bowl by the
front door.
“Well?”
“I went to check out a new ice cream place with Lucy.”
“Of course you did. Cause I can’t leave you alone for two
seconds without you going to hang out with her.”
“Chill, Chelse. You know I like ice cream, and you don’t eat it.
It’s not a big deal.”
“Are you sleeping with her?”
I laughed. “Yes, getting ice cream is code for that. Didn’t you
know?”
“I’m serious, Aiden. You’ve been spending a lot of time with
her.”
“Gee, I guess you’re right. I mean, if I started hanging out
with her when I was ten-” I looked up and pretended to count on my fingers.
When I looked back at her she was seething.
“I’m not laughing.”
“And I’m not sleeping with Lucy, okay? If that was going to
happen it would’ve happened a long time ago.”
She tossed the magazine to the side and crossed her legs.
“Are you sure you’re not upset about something else?”
“I’m fine.”
“Okay, good,” I said, taking a seat on the couch. “Cause I would
never cheat on you, babe. You know that, right?”
She nodded.
“Are you in for the night?” I asked.
“Yeah, why?”
“I was hoping we could talk about something.” I scooted next to
her.
“What?”
“I want to talk to you about what happened the other day-”
“I told you I was sorry-”
“Not about what you said.” I put my arm across the couch behind
her. “About what your agent said.”
She laid her head on my shoulder. “About what?”
“About you being too skinny.”
She sat up, wiggling out from under my arm. “What about it?”
“Don’t get all worked up. I just want to have a calm
discussion.”
“You want to have a calm discussion about my weight?”
I nodded.
She cocked her head at me. “Do you know nothing about women?”
“Look, you know I think you look great.”
“What’s your point?”
“I think you would look even better if you gained a few pounds.”
“A few pounds ?!”
“Yeah. I think you would feel better, too.”
“Did my agent put you up to this?” she asked, scooting away.
“No, Chelse. I’m only mentioning it because I care about you,
and I want you to be happy.”
Her bottom lip started to shake.
“And I think if you ate a little more you would be happier, and
maybe it would even help you get more jobs which I know is important to you.”
“I literally can’t believe you right now.”
“What?”
“I can’t believe you would pick a fight with me when I’m already
waging a battle on another front.”
“What front?”
She raised her arm in the air and pointed at the middle of her
forehead.
I squinted. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m calling it
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