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Kiss and Make-Up

Kiss and Make-Up

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Published by: Nick on Apr 03, 2008
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 Nick GaskinsKiss and Make-up“Seriously you’re never going to let that shit go are you? Every time we have even theslightest argument you have to bring that anniversary up don’t you? It was one time; it’s not as if it doesn’t come around every year for Christ’s sake.”Greg threw his crumpled napkin to the table and leaned back on his side of the little booth he shared with his girlfriend Rita. He looked up towards the low hanging light fixtureabove their heads and blew his bangs out of his face. Rita gave an exasperated sigh and sippedher water, she knew his mannerisms like the back of her hand and when he blew his hair out of the way instead of tossing it she knew he was in wrap-up mode. The argument was reaching itsend game. Normally this would be good news for both of them because their fights had been gettingso long and frequent lately. It felt as though they had spent more time fighting then talking for the last couple of months and the whole process left her feeling emotionally drained. The problem was they were both so concerned with being right and getting the last word that theyhad forgotten what was really important in their relationship. Rita knew she had dealt one of her trademark low-blows by bringing up the time Greg missed their anniversary last year. It hadreally upset her, not so much that he had forgot but his
about the fact he forgot.Apparently it wasn’t as big a deal to him as it was to her.“Well since it comes around every year and it’s so unimportant, why don’t we just stopcelebrating it then.” Rita said, a tad more shrilly than she had planned.“If that’s what you want, then whatever.” Greg replied, knowing full well that his apathywas hurting her more than anything. When his response was greeted with a dark look he added
“What, did you expect me to freak out like you do over bullshit like that? Sorry but I’m a littletoo rational for that sort of thing.”Rita drew her head back as if dodging a slap. “Are you calling me irrational? Am I not aleveled-headed person because I think that our anniversary is meaningful enough to remember the date?!” Her voice began to rise, drawing attention from the people sitting in the boothsaround them. A nearby waitress looked up from her table and accidentally spilled iced tea into achild’s lap, causing both him and his mother to yelp simultaneously.Greg glanced around at the audience his angered girlfriend was gathering and made slightflagging motions with his hands as if to say “There is nothing to see here.” He blew his hair outof his face again and noted with distaste that Rita had left a dark red lipstick smudge on the edgeof her glass. Stuff like that drove Greg nuts, he had addressed the issue before, over one of their first dinners as a couple living together. She had looked at him like he had just told her hewanted to adopt a baby giraffe, although she agreed to wear a smear-proof brand from then on. Now here she was, arguing with him over something as ridiculous as forgetting a date when shehad gone against her promise to stop smudging up glasses with her Goddamned lipstick.“Well at least when I say I’m going to do something I do it.” Greg interjected, cuttingRita off midsentence.“What the hell are you talking about? When have I ever gone back on my word?”demanded Rita, who was shocked that he would even try to accuse her of such a thing.“Oh isn’t that just typical, you can’t even recall what you are in the wrong about and yetsomehow you feel justified in taking a shot at me with the whole anniversary thing.” Gregreplied coolly, knowing he had the upper hand. “I’m talking about that awful smear you leave onall of your drinking glasses; you know that shit drives me up the wall.”
 Nick Gaskins
Check and mate
he thought to himself as he raised his hand to signal the waitress. Ritashook her head so violently her curly brown hair veiled her face for a second before she yelled“That’s what you are talking about?! Your little pet peeve? My God could you be more neuroticyou drama queen?!” She actually chuckled as she reached for her purse and added “And youcalled me irrational... what a hypocrite.” Now it was Greg’s turn to recoil as he felt himself beginning to lose his temper. “Little‘pet peeve’?!” He shouted, his face flushing as he realized how loud he was. “You’ve got to bekidding, you know how much it bothers me when you do that, we’ve discussed this before.” Hetried to regain his composure as the waitress approached. “Don’t try to equate my annoyancewith your stupid habit to you getting all pissy over some missed day.” He remarked in a steadier voice, feeling confident that he had countered her argument once again. The waitress had arrivedat their booth and looked at the two of them coolly over her horn-rimmed glasses. She tossed her  blonde locks and cocked her head impatiently as the couple ignored her and kept on arguing.“Some missed day?” She said as she finished reapplying her lipstick. “Well I supposeyou just can’t understand how that made me feel. I guess the only thing I can do is show you.”She calmly put her compact and lipstick back in her purse as Greg began to laugh. “And justhow do you plan to show me exactly?” He snorted. “It’s not as if you- hey what are you doing?”he asked as Rita quick reached across the table and grabbed his glass. In one swift motion she brought his drinking glass up to her freshly made up lips and took a long sip, rotating the glass soit left a dark smudge all the way around the edge. The observing waitress put a hand to her own pink mouth to stifle a giggle at the spectacle. Greg stared at Rita in disbelief for a few seconds,his shaggy black bangs framing the smoldering look in his eyes before he smacked the glass outof her hand and screamed

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