AJRMAN
Damn, Damn, Damn
Two weeks to go till we move to New York. Javier already made arrangements with Goodwill to pick up some of the furniture. We have already started to pack some items as well. Little did Javier know, I was also looking at apartments for myself. I felt like I was cheating on him. Lying to him when I went to meet the Manager of the apartment building. Only giving out my cell phone number to them. Turning my cell phone off when I was at home, in case Javier picked it up. I'm so bad. But that's me. Wimpy old me. Can't take the heat me. Hot, thin, good-looking me. Okay, I may have pushed it on that last one. But I can wish can't I?
The only problem with my little secret is. Javier already bought the plane tickets to New York. I couldn't tell him NOT to buy me a ticket. That would seem too suspicious. So, I'm going to have to give him the money for the unused ticket. Maybe he can get a refund, but there is no way I'm going to ask him to do that. I have to suffer too in this.
" Whatcha thinkin' about there, guy?" Javier came up behind me and tickled my stomach.
" Stop it" I said laughing and pushing him away.
" What's wrong. You're so quiet. Is my Bride a lil' nervous "
" I'm NOT the BRIDE God damn it! And nothin's wrong with me. I'm just thinking."
" Thinkin' about your wedding dress?" he started to laugh.
" I'm gonna hit you " I said calmly as I inched my way to him. He backed away slowly as I moved forward.
" You think you can get me, guy?" He said.
" What? You don't think I can. You better watch it Javier. I was a wrestler in High school."
" Oooh. That's sexy. Come on, show me some moves." He took the wrestling stance. When I came towards him, he bolted across the room and ran upstairs. I followed him.
" You chicken shit! " I yelled.
" Such foul language for a Bride to be. "
" I swear Javier. " I said laughing " I'll make ya pay " I followed him into our bedroom. Out of breath we both stood on opposite sides of the bed. I quickly went around, and Javier jumped on the bed ran out of the room and I heard him go down the stairs. I again followed him. At the stairs I thought I would make time by jumping down, rather than taking each step at a time. Good idea at the moment. Bad idea seconds later.
I felt a sickening sound from my shin when I hit the bottom of the stairs. I instantly went down on my side and grabbed it. I felt a bump on my leg. It made me sick to think it was my bone. I must have yelled "Fuck" a million times. Javier heard me yelling obviously and came back. I told him my leg was broken and for him to call 911. He did. For fifteen minutes I sat there in pain. Javier stroking my sweaty head. I kept touching the protrusion on my leg. Each time it grossed me out. But I kept doing it. I'm sick like that. The bone didn't break the skin, so I didn't have to deal with blood. That was nice.
Hours later, Javier took me home. I broke my leg. I have a cast. For the next six to eight weeks I will have this cast. Why do bad things happen to me? Why does everything bad happen to......wait.
" Javier....I'm sorry about this." I said.
" Don't worry about it, guy. It's not your fault. Well it kinda is, but..." he laughed.
" I mean sorry about New York. I won't be able to go with you. " I am SO smart.
" I can go later. We can stay in a hotel or something. Till you get better. "
" No. Don't do that. You should go. I can take care of myself. "
" But where you gonna live?"
" I'll find an apartment. Live there till my leg heals."
" No way. I'm not leaving you like this."
" Seriously Javier. I'll be fine. Go, go to New York. It's a broken leg. I can handle it. Teresa can help me, and I can take cabs to the Hospital."
" Naw. I can't do that. "
" Javier. You know how I get when I think other people have to take care of me. I don't think you want to be around for this. " Javier laughed when I said this. Because he knew it was true.
" Okay then. I'll look for an apartment for you tomorrow."
" That's fine. I'll take care of it." Whoa, close call. He doesn't know I was already looking for apartments.
" How are you going to do that?"
" I'll handle it, I'll handle it. Don't worry." Whew. Sad to say, but Javier is easily manipulated.
" Okay. Whatever you want, guy" He turned into our driveway. When he stopped and turned the ignition off, I turned towards him.
" This means we have to postpone our wedding, ya know? " Seriously, I am so SMART.
" Oh yeah. " He was quiet. Then he started to smile.
" You know what?" he said. " Let's just get married here. I'll call my family, and they can all come HERE for the wedding." He leaned into me and kissed me.
" See, guy. Everything is gonna be fine."
Damn, Damn, Damn!!!!!