Nate
The way Ruby had spoken to me yesterday had made me think that shit was about to hit the fan. That was why I didn't want her going alone. Trisha could have showed up at her apartment in the middle of the night and bothered her even more. No, she needed a good night's sleep. Even if that meant that I had to sleep in the guest room.
I woke up and checked my phone straight away. There were a few texts from girls I hadn't spoken to since before I'd met Ruby. I deleted them without a second thought. I had the usual inbox filled to the brim with business inquiries and a lot of boring stuff like that. Yet, to my surprise no one had contacted me about Ruby. Trisha sure was a gossip, there was no denying that. Maybe she didn't work as quickly as we had expected? Maybe she could still be reasoned with. It was worth a shot.
I looked through my contact list and pressed down on her name. The phone went straight through to her voice mail message.
"Hi, this is Trisha! I can't come to the phone right now but if you leave me a message I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Mwah!" Her voice was as irritatingly perky as ever, the last thing that I wanted to hear in the morning. Despite this, I made myself leave a message.
"Hey Trisha. Nate here. It was great to see you last night. I hope you enjoyed the movie," I took a deep breath, "Look, I know seeing Ruby hanging out with me might seem a little bit strange but we both just needed some company last night. I'm sure you understand. It's no big deal, so I'd really appreciate it if you didn't mention it to anyone. Thanks, let's talk soon."
I hung up and hoped for the best.
I managed to resist checking on Ruby for about ten minutes before my curiosity got the better of me. I hadn't gotten any messages, but maybe she had. If she did then I wanted to know about them. I pulled on a t-shirt and jeans and went down the hall to where my room was located. I knocked gently on the door. When she didn't respond, I knocked again.
"Come in!" she called sleepily. I opened the door to see her sitting on top of the sheets in one of my t-shirts, reading one of the books from my night stand, "Morning Nate."
"Morning Ruby," I said, deciding to cut to the chase, "Did you get any messages?"
She bit her lip and looked at her cell phone, which was resting on the night stand on top of all of my magazines.
"I didn't turn my phone on yet," she said softly. I sat on the edge of the bed and picked up her cell, handing it to her.
"You know you have to check."
She took it reluctantly and nodded. Her hands shook violently as she waited for it to turn on. It seemed crazy to have such a strong fear of what other people would think of you. I couldn't imagine being this afraid of my family. Then again, my family and I had never been close. Ruby seemed to really love her parents in a way that I didn't see very often in people our age. She actually enjoyed talking to her mom on the phone.
"Shit, it's on," she said, biting her lip again. It was going to start bleeding if she didn't stop doing that, but I didn't feel like scolding her now. We waited for a ping or a vibration or an alert. Nothing came. No one had contacted Ruby during the night.
She smiled at me in disbelief.
“Nothing,” she said, “Nothing at all. Maybe Trisha actually managed to keep her big mouth shut?” “Maybe she did.”
I didn't allow myself to get too comfortable, but it was nice seeing Ruby happy for once. She didn't even resist when I kissed her. In fact she kissed me back as if she didn't have a care in the world. It was a nice change.
I was just deepening the kiss and letting my hand slide up the warm, soft skin of her thigh when my phone rang. Ruby pulled away from me and groaned at the interruption.
“Who's that?” she asked, sounding frustrated. It was cute how worked up she had managed to get so quickly.
I shrugged. I had no idea, though Trisha's name immediately flashed up in my mind. I ignored it, knowing that the suggestion would upset Ruby. That was the last thing I wanted when she was so happy for once in her life. She deserved to feel happy, even if it was only for the morning.
“I don't know who it could be. The answering machine will get it though,” I said, smiling at Ruby as the phone continued to ring. Whoever this person was, they didn't give up. I didn't give a shit.
Whether it was a business call or anything else, I had a beautiful woman in front of me. It could wait.
“Then why don't you kiss me again?” she suggested coyly. I couldn't resist taking her up on that offer and soon my lips were on hers and her arms were wound tight around my neck. We made out to the sound of the phone ringing as best we could. It wasn't exactly a romantic backdrop but neither of us cared. Eventually, finally, we heard the clicking sound that meant it had gone to voice mail.
“Hi Nate,” a female voice said, echoing through the room as the phone put her on speaker, “It's Katie. Look, I feel really bad about how last night went. That's not what I wanted to happen.”
Ruby pulled away from me to listen to the message. A frown appeared on her pretty face. I prayed that Katie would stop there, but she went on.
“I thought you were being a jerk but looking back I guess you just had a lot on your mind. I'm pretty stressed with work too so I wasn't exactly in the best mood,” she sighed softly, “What I'm saying is that I really like you and I think you like me to. If you'd like to see me again then please give me a call. Thanks Nate.”
She rang off and Ruby and I were left sitting on the bed, looking at each other. Ruby spoke first.
“So her name is Katie,” she said, biting her lip, “The girl you were with. Her name is Katie. It's a pretty name, isn't it? A pretty name for a pretty girl.”
She said it all so calmly but the slight shake in her voice made it obvious that she wasn't happy.
“Yeah. But Ruby, she means nothing to me,” I said. Ruby shook her head. What I was saying didn't matter. She had made up her mind.
“This whole thing between us has been so stressful and caused me so much fucking worry. More than any other relationship, and we're not even in a relationship,” she said. There was a deliberate pause. Maybe she wanted me to say that we were? I stayed silent. Ruby took a deep breath before she continued, “You're a great guy Nate. And we have great sex. But this...whatever this is. It's just not worth it. I'm sorry.”
Was she breaking up with me now? It felt like she was, even though we weren't even dating. It hurt like she was but I didn't flinch.
“If that's what you want then that's OK.”
We didn't say much more. I called her a cab and said goodbye, wondering if she felt as confused as I did.
Ruby
There comes a point when you work really hard at something that it's just not worth it anymore. It can be hard. I've slaved over paintings for days, weeks, sometimes even months. At a certain point you realize it's just not working and you have to throw in the towel. It sucks, it always does, but the pain of giving up is much smaller than the pain of continuing to try and force something to work that isn't meant to be. That's how I felt about Nate.
It was an overreaction maybe. If it was, I didn't care. I would miss the incredible sex and our banter, but that was it. I couldn't take any more from him and he couldn't take any more from me. We were both spent. I even insisted on paying for my cab ride home, but that twenty minute trip cost more than what I had planned to spend on food that week. It didn't matter now.
I felt so shitty upon returning to my apartment that I had forgotten about the whole Trisha situation. I hadn't honestly believed that she had just had a kind moment and decided to keep her big mouth shut. No, even in my emotional state I knew that was just wishful thinking. Trisha didn't have a kind bone in her body, especially where I was concerned. I had just wanted to pretend, just for a little while. When I was with Nate I felt like anything was possible. As I climbed up those depressing stairs that led to my crappy apartment, I knew now that that wasn't true.
Trisha was waiting for me inside, sitting on the couch and holding Lucy. She looked like a mess. He
r hair, which was usually perfectly curled or coiffed was piled up on top of her head in a greasy bun. Her face was bare and gray and for what must have been the first time in her life, she was wearing sweats and a baggy hoodie.
Despite her strange appearance and the mystery of how she had managed to break into my place, I barely blinked when I saw her. On some level I had been expecting it.
“Hi Ruby,” she said, her voice deep and serious. I gave her a nod and closed the door behind me.
“Hi Trisha. Good to see you,” I said, which wasn't really true. At the same time, having someone to talk to was slightly more appealing than an empty apartment. Even if that person was probably going to yell at me for sleeping with my step cousin. Trisha seemed surprised at my deadpan expression.
“You gave me your spare key after the whole Amy and Jeff thing, remember? You didn't want Amy to have it,” she said. If she hadn't felt the need to explain herself I certainly wouldn't have asked her. I didn't care about anything right now. I nodded and sat next to her on the couch. Lucy jumped straight into my lap and purred as I rubbed her belly. At least there was one person in the world who would always have me as their favorite.
“So, why are you here Trisha?” I asked, as if I didn't know already. I braced myself for a lecture on why my relationship with Nate was wrong and immoral and how she would have to tell the entire extended family and all of their friends. For my own good, of course. That was the only way I could learn a lesson. It had been the one thing I had feared the most after I had first slept with Nate, but now it didn't seem as big of an issue. It was over anyway. What could they do? What could I do, except move on?
Then Trisha did something that she had rarely ever managed to do. She surprised me. She didn't launch into a rant of any kind. She just looked at me sadly.
“I wanted to see you. I guess I feel like I don't have anyone else to talk to, which is stupid. I have a million friends but none of them are really into this...emotional stuff. You're a good listener, Ruby. You always have been,” she said. I wasn't sure why she was trying so hard to butter me up, but I didn't mind. It was nice to hear her say nice things about me for once. Yet I still felt slightly suspicious.
“What about your husband?” I asked, “Isn't that what married couples are supposed to do? Talk about their problems and stuff? I don't know how or why I'm supposed to help when your own soul mate can't.”
I said the word 'soul mate' without even a hint of sarcasm though it took a huge effort on my part. Despite my forced sensitivity, Trisha winced at the word.
“That's the thing,” she took another long, deep breath and I knew something was seriously up, “He's not my soul mate. I decided to leave him this morning.”
That woke me up a little bit. I'd made about a thousand jokes about this exact situation, but it seemed crazy that it was actually happening. The two of them had seemed so happy together on the dance floor at the night of the wedding. The night when I met Nate and everything got more fucked up than it already was. But Nate didn't matter. I had to think about Trisha now.
“But you two seemed so happy? I thought you were sure that he was the one?” I said. God, I hated that expression, but it was what Trisha had called her husband in their wedding speech. She shook her head sadly at me.
“I thought he was too, I really did. I guess I didn't take long enough to get to know him,” she said. That was true. They had only been dating for a few months when she told everyone that he had popped the question. It wasn't exactly a solid foundation to a marriage. But who was I to talk about that? I just patted Trisha's shoulder sympathetically.
“And you can tell that he isn't the one after less than three months of marriage?” I asked. Tears began to well in Trisha's eyes. She had been such a bitch to me over the years, but she was so upset right now that I couldn't help but pity her. I opened my arms to give her a small hug and she accepted gratefully and devolved into tears.
“Yeah, I can tell. Even on the wedding day my heart was telling me no. But we had already paid so much for my dress and the venue and everything. It would have been such a waste to cancel all that. But shit, it was a waste anyway. We were already in debt and now I've got bills and credit card repayments coming for me at every angle. I've ruined my life, Ruby,” she sniffed and her voice got a little softer, “I don't even have anywhere to stay, not now that I can't be in the house with him.”
I sighed. So it wasn't my listening skills that Trisha was interested in. It was my tiny apartment and genetic inability to say no to a person in need, no matter how much that person drove me crazy. It was a curse.
“So, you want to stay here then?” I asked. Trisha nodded slowly, a shy smile on her face. It wasn't ideal but any means, but she was my cousin. I had to help her out. Besides, I would get something out of it. Being with her was much better than being alone.
Nate
When Ruby left I tried to carry on my day as usual. It shouldn't have been hard, after all I had meetings and had to take one of my bikes into the shop. I also had to have a long and awkward phone conversation with Katie, which basically resulted in me telling her that she was a great girl and I really liked her, but that nothing would happen between us. To my surprise the girl actually started sobbing on the other end of the phone. What was it about me that seemed to attract crying females? I just didn't know. She cheered right up when I promised to pay her college loans off as a thank you for how hard I knew she had been working, so obviously she wasn't that upset.
When it got to the evening time however, I was left alone. I loved having such a big and luxurious house most of the time, but now it just felt empty. I sat in my living room, scrolling through my phone contacts and looking at all the women I knew. There were a lot. All of them were beautiful and I knew that the vast majority of them would be up for coming over. I only had to ask and I would have the company I craved, someone to distract me from what I was feeling. I only had to ask, but I chose not to ask at all. Instead, I chose to sit in my massive living room, thinking about her.
The sex had been incredible, for a start. Yeah, every woman I had been with had brought something different to the table. They were all good at different things and I learned something new about how to pleasure a woman with every encounter I had. Ruby was different though. Ruby brought this energy, this light to everything she did and sex was no exception. I remembered the way she had touched me, the way her body looked in the moonlight and the way her skin felt under my fingers. It was always so soft and smelled incredible. Just thinking about it was driving me crazy. I ached to touch her, to kiss her, to feel that soft skin on more time. I wondered if I would ever see her again. She had been so insistent that this was the last time, but we seemed to be drawn to each other like magnets. I wouldn't give up hope. I wouldn't give up on that girl.
Ruby
Trisha was uncharacteristically tactful and managed to not even mention Nate's name until the next morning. The two of us had slept uncomfortably together on my sofa bed, and I had barely woken up from my horrible sleep when she brought it up.
"So, I guess we should talk about the whole Nate thing, shouldn't we?" she said, as if it was her responsibility to talk some sense into me. I groaned and pulled the blanket back over my head, but she tore it straight off again.
"Ruby! Don't be so childish!"
I groaned again and gave my cousin a dirty look.
"I'm letting you stay with me, aren't I? Shouldn't you be a little more grateful? You could at least act grateful, for fuck's sake. If I don't want to talk about something then we shouldn't have to," I said, though I knew that arguing was pointless. I was stubborn all right, but Trisha took it to a whole other level. There was no way that I could win against her and we both knew it. She cleared her throat and looked at me seriously, her attempt to show me that this wasn't a joke.
"You really took me by surprise at the drive in. It doesn't seem like your kind of place. I know how much you hate horror movies," she said gently. Trisha only kne
w how much I hated horror movies because she had forced me to sit through multitudes of them as a kid and given me more nightmares than anything else ever did.
"Oh yeah, I'm sure me branching out in my taste in movie genres was the most shocking thing you saw last night. Come on Trisha, I know what you're getting at," I said, "I went because Nate wanted to go and I didn't want to go home. Amy had made me feel like shit all night and I just wanted to spend some time with someone who isn't a complete asshole, OK?"
Trisha paused and then giggled a bit. I gave her a look and she settled down.
"Sorry, sorry. It's just funny to hear you say that Nate isn't an asshole. You’re like the only person I know who thinks that," she said. For some reason this comment infuriated me but I managed to stay calm despite wanting to punch Trisha in the face.
"He's not an asshole. Who says he's an asshole?" I asked, sounding more indignant about it than I would have liked. Trisha went slightly red.
"Well, no one really. But I always thought he was. That's kind of why I had you seated next to him at the wedding."
"What?" I exclaimed. I knew it. I had known all along that everything Trisha did was just an elaborate way to piss me off and make me unhappy. She backed away just a little bit, as if she thought I really was going to punch her in the face. She was just lucky that wasn't my style.
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