Deleted Scenes - I acted like an idiot....

This is an old blog post from last summer that I never got around to publishing. I publish posts like these with the tag 'Deleted Scenes' [don't ask me why...I don't know]. Point is that it helps you understand what my home is like and why it is so hard to be where we are right now.

Frigging Riley. He IM’s me late in March while I’m discussing plans to get back out on the Colony and asks “Has Stacy told you about Mitch?” That was all he needed to get me completely paranoid about Stacy breaking up with me and hooking up with buddy Mitch. Like I didn’t have enough reasons for doing him in. I fantasized about the perfect method: tied to the flukes of that antique anchor on the Gun Range and dropped off the side – no muss, no fuss. I don’t think anyone would miss Mitch much, but I think Miguel would miss that anchor.

But then this happened! She’s going on about something over on one window and Riley’s telling me she’s secretly cheating on me in another. What I did next was very ill-advised:

ME: ARE YOU CHEATING!
STACY: What?
ME: Are
ME: You
ME: CHEATING ON ME!???
ME: ?????!!!! :( :( :(

A few seconds rolled by…

S: No, Jim, I am not cheating on you. Who told you that?
M: It doesn’t matter. When was the last time you saw Mitch?
S: Riley told you I was seeing Mitch, didn’t he?
M: When did you see him!?
M: That jerk – I will kill him – you better kiss him good-bye because he’s dead
tonight, DO YOU HEAR ME!?
M: I WILL HAVE HIM GONE – ONE PHONE CALL.
S: Jim, calm down.
M: ONE PHONE CALL – I’M DIALING RIGHT NOW

Blah, blah, blah. Can you imagine a 14-year-old talking like this? I think I got it from a movie. I might have sounded really tough except my voice was cracking and I sounded like Mickey Mouse.

So the rest of the story is, I go on like this for a few hours with Stacy. We start arguing back and forth, we suddenly bring up all kinds of relationship crap and we almost break up over this. Riley disappears on me in IM after ‘promising to keep an eye on Stacy’ – idiot. Now I have all kinds of questions and the fool drops out on me! I wasn’t sure who I was more pissed off at, him or Stacy. Either way, the entire thing makes me absolutely crazy and I lose it. She reacts by getting pissed herself (and I can’t blame her, I was a real ass) and our relationship almost ends right there.

About 9 o’clock that night I’m in my bedroom, still fuming, when the phone rings. It’s Riley and he’s laughing his butt off. “Hey baby,” he says laughing.

“Where have you been all day? I’ve been trying to get more info out of you and she’s denying everything!” I was ready to reach through the phone and throttle him.

“Of course she’s denying everything, what do you expect?” He was still laughing.

“What’dyou mean?”

“I made it up.”

His laughing and my current state of mind made me a little slow. The sentence took a few seconds to register. “What?”

“I made it up. I made the whole thing up to yank your chain.”

I went mad, I did. Completely bonkers. He hung up on me, still laughing, as I screamed at him almost like I did at Emil at the good ol’ Mugu Rock. I went on in this vain until Marty and Mom broke into the room, convinced I caught my balls in a light socket or something. I tried to get Stacy back on chat but she was offline and Mom wouldn’t spring for a phone call. “It’s too expensive…emergencies only,” she said. Relationship emergencies didn’t count, I found out. Either way, I was frantic and sent an email to Dad late that night. He hit the rack for an early start but he received it the following morning. I waited on pins and needles until that afternoon.