Chapter 34
Randy
I hear footsteps enter the living room as I furiously write on my tightly clutched notepad.
“What are you doing?” Walsh questions.
“I’m writing a tersely worded letter to Netflix over the amount of sex scenes they have in this series,” I say, pointing toward the television. I feel his eyes flick to the television as if I’m joking. It’s paused on a sex scene, with Sex/Life written on the top left of the screen.
“Seriously?”
“Yes, there are way too many sex scenes; seriously, have you seen this?”
“Can’t say I have, but you realize it’s called Sex/Life, right?”
“It’s, it’s…”
“Dude, you need to get laid,” he chuckles as he leans against the large doorframe.
I can’t control it as the pad springs from my hand followed by my pen that falls hard into the floor.
“Fuck, I know. This is driving me insane! I thought that now she is showing me attention again and we are talking I would feel better. Don’t get me wrong, it’s good, great even, I love being around her.
But now being close to her again, her smell, her voice, the outline of her silhouette that I study every minute I’m around her.
Her touch,” I moan, my head falling back into the sofa.
“Oh my God, her touch, she lightly brushed my hip bone the other day and I swear I almost came in my pants.” I look back to Walsh as his dimples pop at my pain.
“You know what this is? This is cruelty to dumb animals, that’s what it is. ”
My jaw tics, and my pained eyes study Walsh’s face, his almost caring, concerned face soon slips into a shriek of laughter. “I’m sorry. So sorry,” he cries, grabbing at the wall.
I sigh at him. “Shut up, man, this is a serious problem.”
“Oh, I can see that.” He piggy snorts, only making him laugh harder at my pain.
Okay, maybe not pain, but I’m definitely riled up more than I have ever been since I lost my virginity in the back of my mom’s car. I continue to watch Walsh as his face turns a bright shade of red, tears slipping down his face as he clutches at the doorway.
“That football is going to travel the farthest you have ever thrown. I can see this being nothing but positives for the team.”
I look down at my notepad discarded on the floor and shake my head. “Fuck you!” But I can’t help it, the laughter starts to slip out.
“You all good in here?” Seth asks as he walks into the living room. He looks at us like we have gone totally batshit crazy. Maybe I have. He stares at us, one eyebrow raised as we continue to laugh at my pitiful sex life.
Walsh wipes tears from his face, still unable to talk properly from lack of breath. “Randy is writing a strongly worded letter to Netflix about the amount of sex scenes in the series he’s watching.”
Seth looks vacantly toward the television, back to me, and then finally down at the notepad. Bending over, he picks up the unwanted notepad and gives it a quick glance. “You spelled ‘inadequate’ wrong. Also, you used ‘pompous’ in the wrong context.”
With that, Walsh loses it again and actually starts to look like he’s in pain from all the laughing. I fall back into the sofa as I flip him the bird. He clutches at his side as he heads into the kitchen, still holding his obliques like he has developed a stitch.
“You know if you actually ran and tackled while playing football, you might not be so out of breath right now!” I yell to his back.
Seth stands in front of me throwing my notepad to the opposite cushion on the couch.
“You good?” he asks with genuine concern as he shoves his two hands into his front jeans pockets. “Or do I need to break out the whiskey and weed?” He nods his head toward his bedroom.
I wipe my hand down my face and shake my head. “You know what. I am good.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.” You know what, fuck it! I’ve had a moment, but she is worth it, totally utterly worth it.
” Bring it on, Rachel, I’ve put up with pain before.
Been in numerous fights over the years. Lost count of the number of tackles I’ve taken, unable to brace for the hit by guys twice my size.
I’ve played football with bruised bones, strapped ribs, broken fingers, and a sprained ankle once.
When I was fourteen, I fell fifty feet down a mountain embankment while hiking.
Between games, training, physio, and ice baths, I can handle pain.
I’m at the point in my life where with all the training and games, if I’m not in some sort of pain, then I’m not trying hard enough.
Although, I’m totally new to this lovesick pain, but I will accept it.
One day at a time I will get there as long as I know in the end, you’re mine, just mine.