Page 62 of From Me to You

Soon he started to jolt down something with intense concentration and strummed a few notes on his guitar. He did that a lot, mostly when he was with me—we would be talking about something random, and he would be like,I had to write something.

Jay never showed me what he wrote, which was probably the most frustrating part because I was impatient. But I was always the first person to listen to all the songs he wrote before he played them to the band. And most of them were about me.

In hindsight, pretty much all of them were about me or our love. That just made me swoon.

I knew he was going to be at it for a while, so I picked up his discarded T-shirt on my bedroom floor and slipped it on. Then I took my pretty pink notebook and slid in next to him on the floor. Our favorite routine was him writing songs about me and me writing poems about him.

Well, my poetry wasn’t as great as his songs. I just wrote random things that didn’t even make sense, but my creative writing class had been helping me. I had improved a lot from when I started.

“You are never going to show me what you write, uh?” Jay glanced at me, trying to peek inside my notebook.

“How in the world is that fair when you never show me anything you write?” I exclaimed.

He rolled his eyes at me. “I do show it to you once it’s complete. I don’t like to show off my work half-way through the process.”

“Yeah, exactly. Mine is also a work in progress.” I poked my tongue at him.

He grinned, and my heart skipped a beat.

“Kids, I am back! I am ordering Chinese for dinner! Let me know what you want.”

Oh no, Aunty M was back and I was wearing only a T-shirt. And Jay literally had nothing on except his boxers.

I stumbled as I tried to get up, only to fall on the bed. My feet had caught up on the blankets that somehow ended up on the floor, probably from our activities.

And Jay laughed like it was the funniest thing he had ever seen in his life.

I blew the hair out of my face. “Get dressed,” I hissed at him. “It is not that funny.”

But Jay continued to laugh as I slowly peeled myself from the tangle of sheets.

I huffed as I went inside my closet to find something decent while Jay sat laughing on the floor. I was so mad at him right now.

“You are so adorable,” he called out as I heard a rustling sound. At least he was putting on some clothes.

I rolled my eyes at his comment. I was still mad.

I slipped on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie on top of the T-shirt. I fixed my hair as I stared at the bathroom mirror. I looked like I just had sex. I sighed.

I brushed my hair as best as I could before I gave up and made my way out the door.

“Hey, wait for me,” Jay called out, now fully dressed, but I ignored him.

“Sweetheart, you can’t be mad at me. It was actually funny. You should have seen yourself,” he exclaimed from behind me.

Men didn’t know when to stop. Because now I was seething mad.

I stomped down the stairs for good measure and walked to the kitchen.

Aunty M was standing by the counter, fiddling on her phone with a smile on her face. Oh, it looked like someone had something exciting going on.

“Aunty M.” I greeted her with a hug. It was so good to see her. She was finally back home from pulling a double.

“Hey, sweetie,” she said, returning my hug.

I sighed as I slipped into her warm embrace. I loved her so much.

“Hello, Marie,” Jay said from somewhere behind me.