jess van vuuren│crazy days + nights
august 24th, 2012.
“Perhaps I should feel honoured that you want to talk to me now.” I ignored Andrew’s sarcasm as he walked into the flat we usually stayed in, the flat that was Andrew’s, but under an alias, of course.
“Grow up, will you. I’m not here to fight.” I scowled before pulling out US Weekly, shoving it towards him. “I’m here to talk about this.”
He narrowed his eyes and picked it up, eyeing the cover with anger before throwing it down onto the coffee table. “So, I’ve been out a couple of nights in the past week or two. What’s the matter with that?”
I looked at him with disbelief. “What is up with it is the fact that the pictures show a different story. Just going out for a couple drinks doesn’t look like this. I bet Lydia will love this story.”
“Don’t bring Lydia into this.”
“Why not?” I cocked my head to the side. “It’s her who is going to be gutted when she sees this. She’s the one you have to explain to.”
“Well why am I here explaining myself to you if it’s her I need to talk to?”
I shrugged. “I just wanted to know if you’d had fun or not.”
He glared but sat down opposite me anyway, throwing his coat onto the seat beside him. “This is your fault.”
“My fault? How is this my fault?” I was shocked at his statement. I hadn’t spoken to him in two weeks and now I was getting the blame for him going wild. He was unbelievable.
“Because you’re the reason I went out, okay? I went out because of the fight and the fact you haven’t been talking to me.”
I looked at him sadly. “I know I haven’t been talking to you but you can’t use that as an excuse to lose your head. The media has had a field day with this. They’re made up that Andrew Preston has made an appearance after all this time.”
He groaned and I moved so I could sit next to him. “I thought these days were long gone. I haven’t partied that hard for a long, long time.” He picked up the magazine and flicked through until he found the page with the story. The pictures spoke louder than words, pictures of him with strippers draped all over him, him grinning like the Joker.
“I think they’re kind of funny.” He glared at me and I gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Sorry.”
“So does this mean we’re okay?” I nodded. “So all I had to do was go out and get trashed for you to talk to me again?”
I laughed. “Not quite. I just realised I missed you and I need you in my life. The past couple of weeks have been hell.”
“I’ve missed you too. I was miserable without you.” I looked at him adoringly then gave him a searing kiss, one to show how much I had missed him.
“Let’s just forget about it, okay?”
He nodded. “That sounds good to me.” I smiled at him and laid my head on his shoulder as we sat on the sofa. “What do you fancy for dinner?”
I groaned in delight. “I have missed your cooking so much. Landon can’t cook for sh-t. Perhaps I should hire you as my cook for when I’m at home.”
He grinned as he stood up. “I’ll do it but only if I get sufficient payment.”
“And what would class as sufficient payment?” He leant down and picked me up, carrying towards the bedroom.
“How about I show you?”
And with that, all thoughts about food were gone.