Post by HburgEagle44 on Apr 20, 2013 23:34:50 GMT -5
Pretty long to make up for not updating for a while. I'm taking 19 credits this term, so I'm freakishly busy! Haha Hope you enjoy it!! :)
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The next morning was not as pleasant as Jamie would have hoped. She hadn’t had much to drink, but she hadn’t had any water to match the alcohol, so she had a hangover anyway. Sighing, she pulled her pillow over her head and tried to shut out the world. “What happened last night?” she murmured to herself.
Oh. Edmund. Right. Jamie breathed a huge sigh. Getting up, she stumbled out to the sitting room. She was still in the outfit she had been wearing the night before.
Katherine glanced up. “Hey, sleepyhead,” she said brightly. “How are you feeling this 'morning'?”
“Like crap,” Jamie muttered, plopping down at the table. “What time is it?”
“One.” Katherine pulled open the refrigerator door. “Do you want something? Hungry?”
“Yeah,” Jamie answered. “I slept for a long time.”
“Yes, you did.”
She frowned. “I feel bad. Poor Edmund. I didn’t realize it hit him so hard.”
“But you’re not feeling like maybe you love him, are you?” Katherine asked, peering into her eyes. “I mean, you were wondering if maybe you loved him last night.”
“No,” Jamie waved her hand. “I just… I just feel bad because he loves me so much and I didn’t feel the same way at all. I never want to hurt anyone. I mean, I’m going into counseling so I can help build people back up, not tear them down.” She blinked back a tear.
“So, Emmet texted,” Katherine said after a few minutes.
“Oh?” Jamie asked.
“He just wanted to know how you’re doing,” Katherine said nonchalantly, studying her face without being too obvious. “I told him you were still sleeping and that was that.”
“Well, I’m awake now, and you can tell him that I’m just fine. Just have a headache and am slightly confused,” Jamie said, frowning.
“You tell him. I can give you his number,” Katherine said hopefully.
Jamie rolled her eyes. “Katherine. No. I am not playing this rebound game.”
“How can it be a rebound if you never loved him?” Katherine asked. “Besides, he’s cute. He’s musical. He’s obviously sweet and probably likes you.”
“Fine,” Jamie said in exasperation. “Just give me his stupid number.”
Katherine grinned and passed her phone. “Under Emmet Cahill.”
“Duh.” Jamie grabbed for her phone. It was in her hip pocket, right where it had been last night. She grimaced. She still couldn’t believe she had slept in her clothes. Dialing the number, she sent a text message. “Hey, this is Jamie. I just wanted to let you know that other than a slight headache, I’m alright. :-)” She sent it and locked her phone, shoving it back into her pocket. “Good riddance.”
She jumped when a minute later her phone chirped. “Glad you’re okay! I was worried when you left so suddenly last night.”
“What did he say?” Katherine asked, leaning across the counter eagerly.
“Matchmaker,” Jamie grumbled. But she smiled a little. “Can I have an omelet? Please?”
“Fine,” Katherine answered, reaching inside the fridge for the eggs, mushrooms, and tomatoes. “But you know I’m going to read your texts, anyway.”
“Probably,” Jamie sighed. She hit reply and said, “That’s so sweet. Thank you for caring. It feels nice.” Sending it, she put her phone on the table.
Katherine raised her eyebrows at her. “So, how did you sleep?”
“I never sleep well after a pub,” Jamie complained. “Too much loud, pumping music. It’s just annoying.”
“They should make a jazz club,” Katherine said suddenly. “Maybe you would enjoy that kind of thing.”
“They have those. They’re called lounges,” Jamie responded. “I just don’t like them because usually they’re pretty…awkward. They’re not Sinatra and that sort. They’re… lounge lizards.” She made a face. “What I would give for a place that plays Gershwin and such.”
Katherine laughed. “I’m sure you will someday and then you’ll never, ever go anywhere else.”
“Nope,” Jamie agreed good-naturedly. Her phone chirped and she picked it up. “My pleasure,” it read. “So, what’s on the agenda for today?”
“What does it say?” Katherine demanded.
“What’s on the agenda for today?” Jamie responded.
“I don’t know,” Katherine said dubiously. “Maybe…maybe we could… I don’t know,” she finished lamely.
“I have to do homework,” Jamie sent to Emmet with a sad face. “Katherine, are you going to put the mushrooms on? The pan is sizzling.”
“Hush,” Katherine said, smiling at her. She threw the mushrooms on the pan.
The phone chirped again. “Homework? What? That’s no fun!” Jamie smiled and answered, “I know right? But it’s very necessary if I want to graduate.” She sent it and then glanced at Katherine. “No,” she said before she could ask. “I’m not telling you what he said.”
“Whatever. I don’t care anyway.” There was a vibration and Katherine jumped. “Oh.” She pulled out her phone. The text was from Emmet and it said, “You’re just going to let her do homework all day? :-) Just kidding. Keith wants to know if you’re going to let him know how Jamie’s doing. I’m pretty sure he just wants your number.”
Jamie was looking at Katherine in mock curiosity when Katherine glanced up. “What?” she asked. “If you won’t tell me, I won’t tell you.”
“Kay,” Jamie agreed. Her phone chirped.
“What are you majoring in?”
Jamie smiled and responded, “I already have a degree in psychology and now I’m working on being a counselor. I want to work with families.” She sent the text and leaned on the counter. “You know, Kat, I was wondering.”
“Yeah?” Katherine asked, still trying to decide how to answer Emmet’s text.
“What was the piece of paper that Keith gave you?” Jamie asked.
“How did you see?” Katherine demanded, looking up from her phone. “You were out of it. And besides that, you were already in the cab.”
“You didn’t have a piece of paper before you got in the cab, and after you got in you had a piece of paper. The only person outside of the cab was Keith, so it must have been him, unless the cabby can give you a note that will make you smile like that.” Jamie smiled. “I wasn’t completely out of it. Just… out of it for the moment. Now I have all my memories plus the capacity to deal with them.”
Katherine rolled her eyes. “It said to let him know how you were doing, and then his phone number.”
“Did you let him know?”
“Nope.” Katherine started typing a reply to Emmet. “If he wants my number so desperately, he can get it from you. Right?” She pressed send.
“Why not?” Jamie asked in surprise. “Matchmaker Katherine doesn’t want to match herself up with the perfect guy for her?”
Katherine laughed. “You know, I liked Neil better than I liked Keith. He was so sweet and… I don’t know. Fit my personality better. But I got the feeling he was, like, thirty-five or something, even though he doesn’t look like it.”
“Wow,” Jamie said, thinking back. “No, he looks about twenty-five or twenty-seven, I guess. So, what are you going to do?”
“I guess I’ll have to text him,” Katherine said, furrowing her brow. “Shouldn’t be too bad.” She winked suddenly. “Besides, he’s not bad looking, anyway. Just a little crazy.”
“He was…drunk,” Jamie said.
“Right.”
Jamie got a text and unlocked her phone. “Impressive. Were you analyzing me last night?”
She laughed and hit reply. “Yeah. You love dogs, Starbucks, and have a serious passion for music. You don’t enjoy rollercoasters due to a traumatic experience when you were younger, and, oh yes! you love orange ice cream because orange reminds you of the color of friendship and friendship is your favorite thing besides cotton candy.”
Katherine waited. When Jamie looked up, she said, “You know, we should meet up with them again. They were fun.”
Jamie smiled in spite of herself. “They were,” she agreed quietly.
Smiling, Katherine turned back around and dealt with the omelet.
Waiting, Jamie heard her phone and picked it up. “What on earth?” she read to herself. “Where did you come up with all of this? Btw, I like lollipops, not cotton candy. But all the rest is true.”
Jamie answered, “I’m just very talented. Obviously. #nomessingaroundwiththepsychmajor #ihatehashtags”
Katherine came around to read what was on the screen. “You are talented. Why are you hashtagging?”
“I don’t know,” Jamie answered, putting her phone down. “Because I’m crazy and mental and have a serious problem with twitter and hashtags and life.” She smiled contentedly. “Does that make any sense to you?”
“Course not,” Katherine grumbled. “But I guess I’ll deal with it.” She paused. “Wait, with life?”
“Yeah. Life is so difficult.” Leaning on her palm, Jamie stared across the room at nothing. “What is the meaning of life, Kat?”
“Maybe… meeting someone, falling in love, having babies, and enjoying life until you’re ninety-three.” Katherine smiled and shrugged. “Sounds pretty good to me.”
Jamie rolled her eyes. There was an awkward silence for a moment until her phone chirped. Reading the text, Jamie smiled. “#hashtagscreateaseriousproblem #nospaces #notgrammaticallycorrect. Please, don’t torture me with hashtags again. Unless they’re awesome like #iamtheslothmaster.”
“What?” she texted back. “I mean… WHAT.”
“What did he say?” Katherine asked, not bothering to turn her head from the tiny stove.
“He said to not torture him with hashtags again, unless they’re awesome, like, and I quote, ‘I am the sloth master.’ And… uh… what is that supposed to mean?” Jamie shook her head and how bizarre the text was. “I can’t get over that. Sloth master…”
Katherine laughed, throwing her head back. “Oh…what? What is that supposed to mean? I mean, you just said that but… what?”
“Exactly.” Jamie laughed with Katherine. “The most bizarre thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“Maybe he’s just trying to find a way to make you feel better,” Katherine suggested. “It’s working, right?”
“Right,” Jamie admitted, grinning.
Her phone chirped and she looked at the text. “So, we should hang out. I enjoyed talking last night.”
She smiled and tilted her head at the thought. “Yeah. We should. When do you want to hang out?” Putting her phone down, she put her head on her hands. “Kat…”
“What?” Katherine asked.
“Did Keith text you back?”
Katherine pulled her phone out of her pocket. “Yeah. He did.” She put her phone back in her pocket and Jamie had to hide a smirk.
“So, when will that be ready?” Jamie complained.
“Right…now,” Katherine said, biting her tongue as she smoothly flipped the omelet out of the pan and onto a plate. She added a fork and passed the plate over to Jamie. “Your food, m’lady.”
“Thank you so much!” Jamie said, beaming.
“No prob, bob,” Katherine said. “Now… I think I’m going to go relax for a while. Holler if you need anything.”
Jamie stared after her for a moment. “I need a second chance,” she whispered to herself, but she didn’t call Katherine back. Instead, she focused on her omelet.
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The next morning was not as pleasant as Jamie would have hoped. She hadn’t had much to drink, but she hadn’t had any water to match the alcohol, so she had a hangover anyway. Sighing, she pulled her pillow over her head and tried to shut out the world. “What happened last night?” she murmured to herself.
Oh. Edmund. Right. Jamie breathed a huge sigh. Getting up, she stumbled out to the sitting room. She was still in the outfit she had been wearing the night before.
Katherine glanced up. “Hey, sleepyhead,” she said brightly. “How are you feeling this 'morning'?”
“Like crap,” Jamie muttered, plopping down at the table. “What time is it?”
“One.” Katherine pulled open the refrigerator door. “Do you want something? Hungry?”
“Yeah,” Jamie answered. “I slept for a long time.”
“Yes, you did.”
She frowned. “I feel bad. Poor Edmund. I didn’t realize it hit him so hard.”
“But you’re not feeling like maybe you love him, are you?” Katherine asked, peering into her eyes. “I mean, you were wondering if maybe you loved him last night.”
“No,” Jamie waved her hand. “I just… I just feel bad because he loves me so much and I didn’t feel the same way at all. I never want to hurt anyone. I mean, I’m going into counseling so I can help build people back up, not tear them down.” She blinked back a tear.
“So, Emmet texted,” Katherine said after a few minutes.
“Oh?” Jamie asked.
“He just wanted to know how you’re doing,” Katherine said nonchalantly, studying her face without being too obvious. “I told him you were still sleeping and that was that.”
“Well, I’m awake now, and you can tell him that I’m just fine. Just have a headache and am slightly confused,” Jamie said, frowning.
“You tell him. I can give you his number,” Katherine said hopefully.
Jamie rolled her eyes. “Katherine. No. I am not playing this rebound game.”
“How can it be a rebound if you never loved him?” Katherine asked. “Besides, he’s cute. He’s musical. He’s obviously sweet and probably likes you.”
“Fine,” Jamie said in exasperation. “Just give me his stupid number.”
Katherine grinned and passed her phone. “Under Emmet Cahill.”
“Duh.” Jamie grabbed for her phone. It was in her hip pocket, right where it had been last night. She grimaced. She still couldn’t believe she had slept in her clothes. Dialing the number, she sent a text message. “Hey, this is Jamie. I just wanted to let you know that other than a slight headache, I’m alright. :-)” She sent it and locked her phone, shoving it back into her pocket. “Good riddance.”
She jumped when a minute later her phone chirped. “Glad you’re okay! I was worried when you left so suddenly last night.”
“What did he say?” Katherine asked, leaning across the counter eagerly.
“Matchmaker,” Jamie grumbled. But she smiled a little. “Can I have an omelet? Please?”
“Fine,” Katherine answered, reaching inside the fridge for the eggs, mushrooms, and tomatoes. “But you know I’m going to read your texts, anyway.”
“Probably,” Jamie sighed. She hit reply and said, “That’s so sweet. Thank you for caring. It feels nice.” Sending it, she put her phone on the table.
Katherine raised her eyebrows at her. “So, how did you sleep?”
“I never sleep well after a pub,” Jamie complained. “Too much loud, pumping music. It’s just annoying.”
“They should make a jazz club,” Katherine said suddenly. “Maybe you would enjoy that kind of thing.”
“They have those. They’re called lounges,” Jamie responded. “I just don’t like them because usually they’re pretty…awkward. They’re not Sinatra and that sort. They’re… lounge lizards.” She made a face. “What I would give for a place that plays Gershwin and such.”
Katherine laughed. “I’m sure you will someday and then you’ll never, ever go anywhere else.”
“Nope,” Jamie agreed good-naturedly. Her phone chirped and she picked it up. “My pleasure,” it read. “So, what’s on the agenda for today?”
“What does it say?” Katherine demanded.
“What’s on the agenda for today?” Jamie responded.
“I don’t know,” Katherine said dubiously. “Maybe…maybe we could… I don’t know,” she finished lamely.
“I have to do homework,” Jamie sent to Emmet with a sad face. “Katherine, are you going to put the mushrooms on? The pan is sizzling.”
“Hush,” Katherine said, smiling at her. She threw the mushrooms on the pan.
The phone chirped again. “Homework? What? That’s no fun!” Jamie smiled and answered, “I know right? But it’s very necessary if I want to graduate.” She sent it and then glanced at Katherine. “No,” she said before she could ask. “I’m not telling you what he said.”
“Whatever. I don’t care anyway.” There was a vibration and Katherine jumped. “Oh.” She pulled out her phone. The text was from Emmet and it said, “You’re just going to let her do homework all day? :-) Just kidding. Keith wants to know if you’re going to let him know how Jamie’s doing. I’m pretty sure he just wants your number.”
Jamie was looking at Katherine in mock curiosity when Katherine glanced up. “What?” she asked. “If you won’t tell me, I won’t tell you.”
“Kay,” Jamie agreed. Her phone chirped.
“What are you majoring in?”
Jamie smiled and responded, “I already have a degree in psychology and now I’m working on being a counselor. I want to work with families.” She sent the text and leaned on the counter. “You know, Kat, I was wondering.”
“Yeah?” Katherine asked, still trying to decide how to answer Emmet’s text.
“What was the piece of paper that Keith gave you?” Jamie asked.
“How did you see?” Katherine demanded, looking up from her phone. “You were out of it. And besides that, you were already in the cab.”
“You didn’t have a piece of paper before you got in the cab, and after you got in you had a piece of paper. The only person outside of the cab was Keith, so it must have been him, unless the cabby can give you a note that will make you smile like that.” Jamie smiled. “I wasn’t completely out of it. Just… out of it for the moment. Now I have all my memories plus the capacity to deal with them.”
Katherine rolled her eyes. “It said to let him know how you were doing, and then his phone number.”
“Did you let him know?”
“Nope.” Katherine started typing a reply to Emmet. “If he wants my number so desperately, he can get it from you. Right?” She pressed send.
“Why not?” Jamie asked in surprise. “Matchmaker Katherine doesn’t want to match herself up with the perfect guy for her?”
Katherine laughed. “You know, I liked Neil better than I liked Keith. He was so sweet and… I don’t know. Fit my personality better. But I got the feeling he was, like, thirty-five or something, even though he doesn’t look like it.”
“Wow,” Jamie said, thinking back. “No, he looks about twenty-five or twenty-seven, I guess. So, what are you going to do?”
“I guess I’ll have to text him,” Katherine said, furrowing her brow. “Shouldn’t be too bad.” She winked suddenly. “Besides, he’s not bad looking, anyway. Just a little crazy.”
“He was…drunk,” Jamie said.
“Right.”
Jamie got a text and unlocked her phone. “Impressive. Were you analyzing me last night?”
She laughed and hit reply. “Yeah. You love dogs, Starbucks, and have a serious passion for music. You don’t enjoy rollercoasters due to a traumatic experience when you were younger, and, oh yes! you love orange ice cream because orange reminds you of the color of friendship and friendship is your favorite thing besides cotton candy.”
Katherine waited. When Jamie looked up, she said, “You know, we should meet up with them again. They were fun.”
Jamie smiled in spite of herself. “They were,” she agreed quietly.
Smiling, Katherine turned back around and dealt with the omelet.
Waiting, Jamie heard her phone and picked it up. “What on earth?” she read to herself. “Where did you come up with all of this? Btw, I like lollipops, not cotton candy. But all the rest is true.”
Jamie answered, “I’m just very talented. Obviously. #nomessingaroundwiththepsychmajor #ihatehashtags”
Katherine came around to read what was on the screen. “You are talented. Why are you hashtagging?”
“I don’t know,” Jamie answered, putting her phone down. “Because I’m crazy and mental and have a serious problem with twitter and hashtags and life.” She smiled contentedly. “Does that make any sense to you?”
“Course not,” Katherine grumbled. “But I guess I’ll deal with it.” She paused. “Wait, with life?”
“Yeah. Life is so difficult.” Leaning on her palm, Jamie stared across the room at nothing. “What is the meaning of life, Kat?”
“Maybe… meeting someone, falling in love, having babies, and enjoying life until you’re ninety-three.” Katherine smiled and shrugged. “Sounds pretty good to me.”
Jamie rolled her eyes. There was an awkward silence for a moment until her phone chirped. Reading the text, Jamie smiled. “#hashtagscreateaseriousproblem #nospaces #notgrammaticallycorrect. Please, don’t torture me with hashtags again. Unless they’re awesome like #iamtheslothmaster.”
“What?” she texted back. “I mean… WHAT.”
“What did he say?” Katherine asked, not bothering to turn her head from the tiny stove.
“He said to not torture him with hashtags again, unless they’re awesome, like, and I quote, ‘I am the sloth master.’ And… uh… what is that supposed to mean?” Jamie shook her head and how bizarre the text was. “I can’t get over that. Sloth master…”
Katherine laughed, throwing her head back. “Oh…what? What is that supposed to mean? I mean, you just said that but… what?”
“Exactly.” Jamie laughed with Katherine. “The most bizarre thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“Maybe he’s just trying to find a way to make you feel better,” Katherine suggested. “It’s working, right?”
“Right,” Jamie admitted, grinning.
Her phone chirped and she looked at the text. “So, we should hang out. I enjoyed talking last night.”
She smiled and tilted her head at the thought. “Yeah. We should. When do you want to hang out?” Putting her phone down, she put her head on her hands. “Kat…”
“What?” Katherine asked.
“Did Keith text you back?”
Katherine pulled her phone out of her pocket. “Yeah. He did.” She put her phone back in her pocket and Jamie had to hide a smirk.
“So, when will that be ready?” Jamie complained.
“Right…now,” Katherine said, biting her tongue as she smoothly flipped the omelet out of the pan and onto a plate. She added a fork and passed the plate over to Jamie. “Your food, m’lady.”
“Thank you so much!” Jamie said, beaming.
“No prob, bob,” Katherine said. “Now… I think I’m going to go relax for a while. Holler if you need anything.”
Jamie stared after her for a moment. “I need a second chance,” she whispered to herself, but she didn’t call Katherine back. Instead, she focused on her omelet.