I mean really, though, who has never seen the movieFinding Nemo? That’s an abomination. It’s an insult against Disney movies.
“What other Disney classics haven’t you seen?” I ask. These are important questions. Questions you should ask somebody before you make any commitment. I’m flabbergasted Hudson lacks movie knowledge of this magnitude. “How did you let this happen?”
Hudson looks at both of us, and his eyes narrow as if he’s the one unsure. “I have a penis,” he says with uncertainty.
I scoff and Kimberly giggles. He definitely has a penis.
“I’m sure you do,” she says placing her hand on the top of Hudson’s shoulder. It lingers there for exactly one second, which is two seconds too long in my opinion. Kim is nice and I’ve often gotten along with her in the past. We’ve even had lunch together a few times when we’ve been in the break room, but she’s gone too far. She has spent the last thirty minutes hitting on Hudson. Like she’s a dog, and I brought her a brand-new bone. It’s a disgusting display and obvious. The only reason I haven’t carried out my daydreams of reaching over and ripping her hands off of him is because Hudson doesn’t seem to be taken in by her flirting.
This is why I like working with puppies. Puppies love everyone. Puppies don’t cheat. Sure they pass their love around like a sneeze, but you expect it from a puppy.
I’m also not quite aware when I became so attached to Hudson. I’ve seen the signs coming and now we’ve had sex I seriously want to lock him up in my closet and never let him go back to Pelican Bay — a topic we’re not discussing at the moment. The internal anger over Kim touching what I’ve started to consider mine — another worrisome thought — is utterly new to me.
Who does these kinds of things? Has these kinds of thoughts?
The problem is of my own making. I didn’t tell anyone at work Hudson and I were dating — because we’re not. I can’t even say we are now. My excuse for him being at the office has to stick. Otherwise people may ask questions. But in what other ways do girls mark their territory?
It’s not like I can pee on him.
And even though I wish I could be flirty and stake my claim by sitting on his lap or something, that is not who I am. Even if I’m sure Kim was eyeing his lap only a few minutes ago.
I’ve never looked at her as a hussy before, but at this moment I wouldn’t put it past her to trip, fall, and land on his dick. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen a meme on Pinterest regarding people like her. Total hussy.
“What about you, Amanda?” Hudson asks looking at me, with his eyes a little wide. Is he looking for me to save him from Kim? Could it be possible he’s not enjoying her flirting?
“What?” I’ve completely fallen into my own fantasy world in which someone opens a window and Kimberly get sucked out into an air draft, falling a few stories.
Seriously, it’s the stress. I’m not normally a violent person. Really, I’m not. I promise. That part of Marissa has not rubbed off.
Kimberly laughs, placing her hands on Hudson’s upper arm. And I swear to God I see her fingers squeeze like she’s groping his muscles. She has a death wish.
If only Marissa were here. She would get busy taking care of Kim. If only I could be more like Marissa. I should pay more attention when she and Aspen get in one of their rants. I can learn something from my crazy best friends.
“Hudson asked what you are doing this weekend. I figured he would’ve already known,” she says the last part while staring deeply into his eyes, her fingers definitely tensing against his arm.
With a laser-like accuracy I stare at her fingers wishing I had a superpower at this moment in time. Laser beam eyes, telepathy, telekinesis. The thick crystal vase from the roses. I could put it to good use at this point.
Hudson clears his throat and moves his arm enough so Kimberly is forced to drop the contact. Smart man.
It’s enough to bring me fully back to the conversation, my heart still beating quickly, but the bloody images of missing fingers dissolve. “Don’t you remember, Hudson? You said you’d take me to see that new movie this weekend.”
Kimberly’s eyes widen. That’s right, you B-word. “Oh, what one?”
I could answer with an action flick or a horror movie, which would make her think Hudson and I are only friends. Or I can say the new chick flick coming out this weekend. Only boyfriend material takes girls to chick flick movies. See, I have learned something from the girls after all. “The new one with Tan Coleman. It’s supposed to be so good.”
Kimberly’s eyes widen more, to an unhealthy level. She should see an eye doctor. “The one where they fall in love on the beach?”
I nod. “Yup.”
“You’re going to go see this year’s hottest romance?” Kimberly asks Hudson, still not blinking.
Hudson’s lip twitches as he fights not to smile. “What my girl wants, my girl gets.”
The way he says “my girl” fills me with unintended warmth. Am I Hudson’s girl? I want to be.
The connection we’ve shared over the last few days has shown me all those times I thought he didn’t notice me, he did. Real love isn’t a huge emotion you notice right away, but it’s a sensation that grows between two people. It still happened ridiculously fast, but I notice it deep down in my soul.
Enough that if he asked me again, I would leave San Francisco for him.
