Barriers Ch. 4.1 by ThingsYouWouldBelieve
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Authors Notes: I’m back after 5 years and i’ve decided to revamp this story and see it though. If you’ve read this before please go back and read the first few chapters as i’ve changed a few important plot points, namely the one about Houston. If you’re new welcome, i hope you’re enjoying my work.
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The doorbell rang about ten times before I realized the housekeeper wasn’t around and I had to wake up and answer it. I glanced at my phone as I groggily waked up the stairs, about 20 missed calls and even more texts from Jenna. I wasn’t about to sort through whatever she had to say nor did I care. I didn’t even want to think about what the hell happened last night. I wanted to believe it was all some ridiculous dream brought on by too much gin. I took a deep breath and reached for the door.
“Yeah yeah Jon I’m awake. It’s my birthday you could have let me sleep in.”
“I mean you should have woken up about three hours ago for school; I thought this was more than fair.” As I expected there was Jon with breakfast. He even managed to pick up some stupid looking balloons for my birthday. He was wearing my sweatpants but this time he had a black shirt and hoodie on, all of it needlessly tight. He motioned me out of the way and started walking into the dining room. “I got you the same thing you got last time we were there. Hurry up before it gets cold. I’m not even sure if anything works in this kitchen. Are you sure they aren’t the floor models?”
I scratched my head as I followed him. “I’m not doing anything today after last night.”
“You’re kidding right? I the room booked in everything.” He chuckled. “I mean if I have to go by myself I will but I think you’re over reacting. Who cares about Mark?”
“Houston isn’t the issue. It’s Jenna. Look at my phone.” As I pull the phone out of my pocket to show Jon, it vibrates again. “Oh my god she won’t stop.”
“Are you really not going to come with me if you’re still fighting with her?” He ran behind me to look for silverware in the kitchen, his tone changed slightly to indicate he was concerned.
“I don’t know. She’s the only other person I talk to Jon you have to understand.” I pressed my face into my hands again and groaned.
“Oh I do understand. I understand she’s a bitch and you should be happy on your birthday instead of worrying about someone who lied to you despite your trust issues. ”
“Can you not be such an asshole for once?”
“I just don’t understand what’s so hard about forgetting her and making her sweat for a weekend.”
“You are a douche, are you just playing an act just for me so you can win me over?”
“Woah. Sorry if I hit a nerve I just don’t understand what’s so confusing. You let her be sorry and decide if she’s worth keeping as a friend.”
“Even if she’s your only friend?”
“What the hell am I then?” Despite my growing impatience with this conversation Jon maintained a ridiculously happy attitude about everything making it hard to take him seriously. “Your hangover is messing with your decision making just sit down and eat before you think about this stuff.”
I opened my mouth to continue to argue but realized the futility and instead took a deep breath and sat down to eat. What bugged me the most about the entire situation is how well Jenna managed to play it.
“You have two options.” Jon broke the silence after finishing up breakfast while picking up the trash and throwing it out. “Talk to her before we leave or let her squirm for the weekend. I’d prefer the second option because we have to go clothes shopping but it’s up to you. You mind if I shower? “He started walking towards the front door.
“Yeah whatever.” I waved him off as I got up from my seat and walked downstairs. Jon was right about eating, I felt much better despite the bottle and a half I went through last night. I decided to go back to sleep instead of letting my mind race around last night. Jon was right; thinking about it wasn’t doing anything but driving me insane.
“It’s time to get moving.” I woke up after an hour to Jon hovering over me. “I packed the car already; we gotta go to the mall before we head out to AC.”
“Stop Jon i’m not going.” I rolled over annoyed. “I was way too much on my mind right now.”
“Yeah, I’m not having this. Come on Jason let’s go.”
“Stop ok, if I don’t want to go I’m not going.”
“Alright you brought this upon yourself.” Jon proceeded to rip me off the bed and onto his shoulder. I forgot despite him being an inch shorter than me he was very capable of picking me up and throwing me. The sudden motion made me gag. Before I could process what was going on we were already out the front door and he was putting me down. “Now which key locks the door?” He looked at me rather proud thinking he had more or less won.
“Just give me the keys and I’ll lock it.”
“Nice try, I’m not an idiot. Which one is it?” My patience was more or less non-existent and this point as I was seething mad at how confident Jon was. “You’re a fucking brute. You think you can just force me to go on some stupid trip with you. It’s my fucking birthday. I’m going to choose how I spend it.”
“Nope, you are spending it with someone who cares about you and isn’t going to lie or randomly abandon you! You don’t get a say, I spent way too much money to stop now.”
“Holy fuck you think I give a shit about money?” I reached into my wallet and threw the check my parents gave me at him. “There’s your fucking money back asshole now let me go back inside.”
“Who the fuck gives their kid…..is that three zeroes?” Jon held the check up to the sun to make sure it was real. “Holy shit this is a grand.”
“Yeah that’s the shut up money I get from my parents. Now that that’s settled let me go inside and drink in peace.”
“This is what I’m talking about Jason, you can’t keep doing this shit to yourself or you’ll have a liver disease before you’re twenty-one.”
“Why the fuck do you care so much?”
“Because nobody else clearly does and I wouldn’t be able to sleep if I knew my friend was literally drinking himself to death every day.”
“Yeah well friends make shitty decisions sometimes.” I pushed Jon out of the way and walked towards the door only to have him grab my arm.
“I’ll carry you again if I have to.” At this point I realized he was getting more serious about the situation. “I don’t want your money. I want to see you happy.”
“Sometimes you aren’t supposed to be happy Jon believe it or not.”
“Yeah but your birthday is a day you’re supposed to be happy.”
“Like last year…wait no….maybe the year before that…..nah that was pretty damn shitty too…maybe the year before that….”
“I get your point. Give me one day to try and make you happy. If you don’t have a memorable birthday today then I’ll stop pursuing you and leave you alone.” It almost seemed like he was begging by the way his eyes glimmered and his grip on my arm relaxed. “Just one day, if you hate what I set up I’ll drive you right back.” Something in the back of my mind suddenly took over and made me realize how retarded and impossible I was being.