My Monday morning started with a phone call. It was Kayla. She told me that she woke up and she realised what she wanted to do today. This was a follow up call after I called Kayla the day before on my lunchbreak, that call was to see if she wanted to do a real full-day catch up the next day. I'm not sure on this, but she said something on the lines of that had to call me straight away when she woke up. She laughed and apologised that she woke me up. I told her it was fine, rolled over and got a little more comfortable. I knew how our phone conversations would go, most of the time one thing lasts about an hour. She ended up wanting to watch “Magic Mike” because she hadn’t seen it yet. We planned it out that we couldn’t watch it until later on the day, so we had a full day to do whatever. Being tired and still in bed, one of those things to do was rest. We both laughed on the irony upon that. We went on to confirm exactly what we were to do and ended the conversation there.
Kayla came over as I was the middle of doing my laundry. It was already one in the afternoon, at that point I was pretty hungry. We left not too long afterwards to get lunch at a coffee house. We sat down with a bowl of nachos and wedges. We got through most of it, given that we didn’t stay there for long, it was a good effort. We headed back to Kayla’s place. We had to kill at least two hours before Kayla’s gym appointment. She didn’t want to do anything but to sleep, so when we got back to her house she went straight to her bed. I wasn’t too sure what she wanted me to do. So instead, I started to go through her kitchen. I pulled out her Hello Kitty mug and started to have a little fun. I mixed together some liquid chocolate, powered cocoa, water, vegetable oil, salt, flour, sugar, honey, vanilla essence, and other shit and popped that thing into the microwave. As that went, I raided her freezer for some ice-cream. I scooped up a ball of ice-cream and placed it in a plate. By that time, I took out the mug and scooped out the mug brownie I had just made.
I took the plate and walked into Kayla’s bedroom. She was asleep. I sneaked in and stuck the plate right in front of her and then snuck out.
I returned to her room after awhile. She was still asleep but she had finished my brownie. I jumped onto the other side of the queen-sized bed. There was a fair bit of clothes on the side I sat on, so I didn’t lie down next to her. She turned to me and asked me why I wasn’t having a rest. She then looked down the bed and realised why, she then told me to move the stuff onto the floor. I did as she said and I lied right next to her. Because she turned around, she was lying right in the middle of the bed facing me. I was confused at this point. Where was she trying to get at? This isn’t something you do with your ex-girlfriend. Lying under the covers of your ex’s bed. So many times I have slept in this bed, some many times I’ve slept with her in this bed. I wasn’t tired, but I lied down facing toward her too. Except I hid behind the pillows and the sheets. She couldn’t see me, she tried pulling on the sheets asking me what am I doing? I laughed, but we tried going to sleep. I slowly moved forward. But nothing. I didn’t want to read into this. Eventually, I decided that I want to fuck around to test her where I was at with her. I started to fidget around, attempting to annoy Kayla by disrupting her nap. I started to jump onto her and lie on her. I’d headbutt her stomach and grab her foot. Eventually she gave up on trying to sleep. Among her being annoyed, she was laughing at me being an idiot. Once she gave up, she told me to stop so she go out and pee. Because of my cheekiness, this fuelled myself up. Starting poking her bladder and wrestling with her. Still laughing, she stop trying to resist and just layed there. I smiled trying to help her up as I kept trying to tell her she needed to pee and that she shouldn’t hold it because it’s bad for her. But she’s known me for so long that there was a method behind my madness and the moment I would have pulled her up I would have wrestled her back down. We laughed. Wasn’t a split second later that she ran for the door, she slipped past me. I ran after to her and jumped on top of her for a piggyback, attempted twice but since she had no energy she didn’t bother to hold me, plus the fact she wanted to go to the toilet. She ran again to the toilet and I tried jumping in at the same time but she was too fast for me, she pushed me out and shut the door on me. I laid there just on the front of the bathroom door. I made her laughed as I displayed my disgust as I could hear her pee. Eventually she came out and we decided it was time to go to the gym.
The gym we went to wasn’t my gym, but I decided to go with Kayla anyways. As a casual visitor, it cost me $20, which was expensive as I pay less than that a fortnight at my normal gym. But I thought it would be fun going to the gym with her. We both did our separate things, she joined her group session and I went straight to the dumbbells. It wasn’t too long until Kayla found me to tell me she was done, I looked at the time and saw that it was only forty minutes that had passed. I asked if she wanted to do some cardio, she agreed and I told her I’d meet her there once I was done with my final exercise. I met up with Kayla about five to ten minutes later, she was walking on the treadmill. I wanted to go hardcore, but her tiredness restricted her from doing anything really. We then left after ten minutes on the treadmill.
It was eight o’clock, we sat in the car and remembered about the movie. We noticed that the next movie session for “Magic Mike” was at nine-thirty. Kayla told me that we might as wait for that session and joked about craving popcorn. She laughed and admitted that she did want to see the movie, but she wanted popcorn more. I told her, that we might as well go back to her house because I left my phone at her place and kill time there.
We got her joint again and she went off to have a shower. She told me that I could use her shower after her. We took our time getting changed. I walked out of the shower and changed back into the same clothes I was wearing during the day, I grabbed a nearby towel and scrubbed my hair hard. As I dried my hair I walked over to Kayla’s room again. She’d had already changed into what she wanted to wear and her hair was already straighten. I told her I liked her hair like that. It reminded me of the old Kayla, as when we first dated she used to straighten her hair. Now-a-days, she would curl her hair. She her with straighten hair made me reminisce. I told her that she looked amazing. She smiled back and said thanks.
We saw the movie, we were rowdy during the adverts, but we settled during the movie as there was another couple in the cinemas. We would glance eyes once in awhile. The movie was nearly finished, I noticed that her eyes were teary. It wasn’t a sad movie, so I whisper over to her and asked if she was okay. She looked back and nodded. Concerned, I asked again if she was just tired. She rubbed her eyes and said yeah and something about her eyelashes. Anyways, the movie ended and we headed off home.
She was the one who decided to drive, because she wanted to listen to her music, so she had to take me home. On the way home we talked about the day. I apologised about annoying her earlier when she tried to sleep. She really didn’t really have much sleep and she could have done with some rest. She told me that she gets annoyed when people tickle her. I told her that I knew that and that even though I was playing around, I tried not to tickle her that much. She told me that I didn’t tickle her, I was just wrestling. So I apologised for that. She smile and told me not to apologise, she likes it. She just doesn’t like it when she’s tired, that she wishes she had more energy. I tired apologising for that, but she kept saying don’t say sorry. I’m not sure what she was trying to get at, but I think she misses me and my antics. She just didn’t want to mention it.
For everything that had happened during the whole day, I kept wondering where we were at in our relationship. Are we more than friends but less than a couple? I’m pretty sure exes don’t do this kind of stuff with each other. I sure she doesn’t want to do anything, even if she invited me to her bed. This being the third time since we split (sorry, I failed to mention the two particular times in story of how that came about). So many times she pushes me away, so many times the connotation of what she says is to tell me that she just wants to be friends, but it always seems that her heart isn’t in what she says. Somehow I feel that her heart is confused. That’s why I don’t want to chance anything, I don’t want to risk anything. Maybe I just have wait for her to realise.
As we pulled up to the front of my place, I said my thanks and byes. I went over to give her a hug but she was too tired to give one back so she just lent over for me to hug her. I joked and mocked her huggingness. She laughed and realised how funny it was. So when I went to hug her, she hugged me back. She left and I thought to myself that I really did have fun. I guess, I’ll just leave it like that.
