We watched some of the movies that we brought from home with us that night on our super fluffy couch that we were both snuggled into in our pajamas. We were watching Monroe's favorite movie The Notebook. It was one of my favorites also, but Titanic tumps all movies. Sadly, Monroe didn't think so. She hated it. She told me once when we were talking about movies, obviously, that it was "too long" and "it's just stupid." I focused back on the movie where Noah is hanging off of the Ferris wheel to get Allie to go out with him I sigh. Why can't guys be like thos in real life. Instead they are fucking dumb. What happened to being a gentleman? Gentleman. I think back to the curly headed kid on the plane who grabbed my luggage to be a "gentleman." I give him props for trying at least. I wonder what he was about to say before Monroe came barging into our conversation. I smiled and looked over at her. Her eyes wet, looking like she was about to bawl. My good mood suddenly turned into alarm. Monroe wasn't one to show tears, but when she did ti was serious.
"Monroe!" I said wrapping my arms around her into a hug, "What is the matter?"
"Nothing." She sniffed the tear rolling down her cheek.
"Bull." I said against her hair.
"It's just....I...want someone like that!" She yelled throwing up her arms at the TV She broke out of my embrace and ran upstairs slamming the door. I looked after her in shock.
It had been about two years since her last and first boyfriend, Vlady. They had dated for about a year. When she and I went into a restaurant and were about to eat when we spotted him making out with some girl that was a senior at our high school I looked at Monroe and saw the realization come over her and she looked away biting the tears back. Without thinking about what I was about to do I grabbed my plate of spaghetti and walked over and said, "This is what you get for being a disgusting pig." I dumped the entire plate over him and his date. I put a $50 on our table grabbed Monroe and walked out knowing people were starring at us. He tried calling her many times after that and stopping her in the hall at school. The little punk even tried talking to me once or twice, and each time we'd keep walking and ignore him. Once Monroe even slapped him, and told him to go to hell. He gave up about a month after the restaurant incident. He hasn't spoken a word to her since. Thank God. And to my relief I heard that he moved to Mexico this summer. Good riddance.
But all of us knew that catching him cheat on her had left its mark. She hasn't really trusted any guy since or won't let anyone get close to her quickly.
I ran up to her room. Trying to open the door. It was locked.
"Roe?" I said using the nickname I made her when we first became friends.
"Roe, let me in." I said sitting against the door knowing she wouldn't, no matter how hard I tried. I ended up falling asleep there with my head against the door.
I woke up and panicked not knowing where I was, but then everything came back. I looked at my phone which had been in my pocket. It read 3:17 am. Ugh, I had to work at 10. I got up my muscles screaming at me in protest. I set an alarm on my phone for 8 am even though I knew I would probably be up by then. Stupid time change. I could hardly sleep in as it was, now I was set back an hour or two.
I checked to see if Monroe had unlocked her door yet. I turned the knob expecting it not to turn, but to my surprise it did. I walked into her room to find her sleeping in a ball hugging a pillow. I jumped into the bed and climbed up to where she was pulling the covers over both of us. No one should sleep alone when they are upset. Especially when that someone was my best friend.