I bit down hard on my bottom lip – so hard I thought for a moment that it may draw blood – to stifle my building laughter that tickled the back of my throat. Broody was cradled in the corner, his knees brought up to his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around them. The bedroom was covered in his closes, some ripped and others drabbed over the bed, while Broody wore nothing but his boxers. I pushed my lips together but it didn’t help. I laughed.

“Stop laughing at me!” Broody yelled and put his head down in his arms.

“I’m sorry it’s just… Broody what are you doing?” I asked after realizing I wasn’t supposed to know why he was like this.

“I was going to get dressed and put on my favorite top and it was too tight and then” he sobbed and a tear rolled down his check which only made me chuckle silently “and then i-it ripped.” He threw his hand out gesturing to the dark green tee on the floor and smiled remembering buying it.

“Broody.”

“I’m too fat.” He looked up at me, tears rushing down his face and I almost lost it. “I-I can’t fit into my clothes and look” he said putting his legs down and grabbing his stomach with both hands. “I have rolls!” he screamed and covered his body with a blanket as he pulled it off the bed.

“You’re not fat.”

“Well tell that to the scales because one of you is lying.”

It tilted my head up and blinked a couple of times as the laughter boiled up in my stomach and the tears of joy threatened to come down. Deep breaths you can do this.

“Why don’t you come out and we can have some ice-cream?” I asked thinking about how good some ice-cream would be as a mid-entertainment snack.

“Then I’ll just get even fatter.” He pouted.

“So no ice cream?” Meh more for me.

“Do we have cookies and cream?” he looked up at me and his pouted deepened.

“Come check, come on.” I called him like a puppy and watched his as his bottom lip shook.

“Great now I’m a dog!” he whined before breaking down into more tears.

I sighed and rolled my eyes leaning back against the door frame. Good god is this what I’m like turning that time of the month? I didn’t think I was that bad. Maybe I gave him a bit too much, or maybe men are weak and can’t handle a little estrogen – yeah I’m going with that.

“Whatever, I’m getting ice cream.” I muttered and skipped over to the freezer. Vanilla, Vanilla or Vanilla?

“Is there cookies and cream?” Broody asked in his mopey tone, his head down and still pouting.

“Nope, just vanilla.” I beamed at him and grabbed the tub of vanilla and two spoons.

“This day just keeps getting worse.”

“Do you want it or not?”

“Yes.” He said in almost a whisper and I pushed the ice cream to him, leaning back against the bench so I had a good view of his melt down. He scooped up the ice cream and put it in his mouth slowly eating it as he spoke “I just want to cry.”

“Then you cry baby.” I said suddenly feeling like the guy in this relationship.

“Why are people so mean?”

“What?” I giggled and leaned in for some ice cream.

“The guys at work played a prank on this new intern. It was so mean and I just started to cry for him. I screamed at all of them and told them to stop being so mean.” He sobbed and cried at the memory.

“And what did they say?” I chuckled and had another spoonful of ice cream.

“They told me to get my man purse and take the rest of the day home.” He sniffed and whipped his cheeks. “I don’t have a man purse.” He mumbled into the spoon.

“I know you don’t.” I said and felt the tiredness in my muscles. “Maybe it’s time for bed.” I suggested.

He nodded his head and dragged his feet over to the bed where he just fell on to the mattress and sobbed into the pillow. Oh god. No wonder men don’t have estrogen, they can’t take the heat. I shook my head and rolled my eyes before settling down on the bed, I didn’t really need to worry about Broody’s advantages tonight – by the way he was hugging the pillow I had a feeling he wasn’t in the mood.

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The next morning didn’t bring anything better; instead I think he was getting worse. I had decided I had had my fun and would stop putting the tablets in his food but I knew it would a couple of days to a week at least before he was back to normal. Broody and I were sitting on the couch; he was wrapped up in a blanket and was still crying about being fat. He had tissues in his hands and all of my chick flick movies spread out across the coffee table. At the moment the movie of choice was the note book.

“It’s so beautiful. The way they still love each other after all the time.” He sobbed and whipped his tears with the box of tissues on the coffee table. “Don’t you think?”

“Yes. So beautiful.” I mumbled and looked at the screen. It has never been my favourite movie but I liked it enough to watch it more than once, but now with Broody crying over it, it just didn’t seem as appealing any more.

My phone started ringing and I quickly to a moment of reprieve and answer the call. Julie.

“Hey girl what’s up?” I asked into the phone.

“Nothing much just checking in.” She said and I noticed the screaming in the background. I focused on the screams trying to place the voices and when I couldn’t I suddenly realized what she was doing.

“Are you playing Xbox?” I frowned even though she couldn’t see me.

“How did you know?” She almost sounded shocked.

“What are you playing?” I asked knowing that you can always tell her mood by what games she’s playing.

“Never you mind. What are you doing?” She asked changing the subject.

“Watching Broody break down as he watches the Note book.” I explained and she broke out into a wicked fit of laughter.

“I take it those pills have been working.” She chuckled as her laughter began to die down.

“Yep. Like a trooper.”

“Oh my god. Have him watch the Titanic and record it!” She beamed.

“And then post it online and watch all the cash roll in from the views.”

“Yes! See now you’re thinking like me.” Pride laced her voice.

The loud sound of knocking was at the door and rolled my eyes knowing Broody was too busy crying to get the door. “Hey Jules someone’s at the door.” I told her getting up and starting towards the door.

“Okay, well call me back later and please record Broody.”

I chuckled and shook my head before looking up at him. Yeah he will be crying for a long time to come. Can you die from crying too much? I mean dehydrate through crying? What a way to go that would be. I can see the headlines now; Guy dies by crying – it has a good ring to it.

“I will.” I told her before hanging up and opening the door.

Jordan stood there, hands behind his back and his head down looking at his shoes before his eyes flickered up to me. I quickly looked back at Broody who was sniffing as The Note Book continued and then stepped outside so that I could speak to Jordan. It has been a while since I’ve heard his voice or even seen him and he looked a little scruffier then I remembered. His dark hair was messy and in every direction and his five o’clock shadow over his jaw with light to medium stumble making his perfectly angular jaw stand out more and drew even more attention to his eyes that were burning like a green flame.

“Hi.” I said flashing him a confused look.

“Hi.” He smiled nervously before falling quiet and just staring at me with a small smile on his lips.

Are you going to say anything? Nope, okay then.

“What do you want Jordan?” I said which seemed to snapping him out of his daze.

“Oh ah I just wanted to apologize for the other day. I was...” he started and trailed off. “It was a hard day” he said finally.

“We all have our days.” I smiled at him.

“So we Good?”

I giggled. “Yes Jordan. Were good.”

His smile widened and he stood up a little straighter and took his hands out from behind his back and thrust a small yellow flower forward. I pushed my lips together trying not to laugh. It was one of those small yellow flowers you see growing in the cracks of the pavement or in one of the garden beds and I was pretty sure it was weed – just like the one that grows just outside this apartment.

“Thank you” I giggled and took the flower off him, turning it over in my hands.

“Yeah I wasn’t going to get you any but then remembered it’s the best way to apologize to a girl a little too late.” He confessed as his hand rubbed the back of his neck.

“Best way to apologize? Try a box of chocolates next time.”

“Duly noted.”

“So is that? You came all this way to say sorry and give me a flower.” I for some reason was finding this a little too funny.

“Uh no. I was wondering if you wanted to come furniture shopping with me.” He said like he just asked me out for coffee on a cold winter’s morning.

“Furniture shopping?” I admit it wasn’t what I had expected to ever come out of his mouth, ever.

“Yeah. Apparently I can’t pick good furniture and I figured since you dabble in interior design you would know what would work.” He said like it was the most logical answer.

“Oh right.”

“So will you?”

“Ah…” I turned to face the door and heard Broody as he sobbed even louder than before – he must be at the end. “Yeah sure, just let me get my coat.” I smiled and walked back in to the apartment, grabbing my coat and handbag before going over to Broody. “Hey I’m going out for a little while, okay.”

He sniffed and nodded. “Can you get cookies and cream?” He asked like a little kid.

I chuckled and said yes before turning around and following Jordan down stairs. We arrived at the furniture warehouse and began walking around in almost dead silence. I was half expecting to be taken to a shop like normal people who were shopping for furniture but we needed up in the rich side of town at a building that looked kind of like a small apartment complex with only three floors but stretched out in length. Inside I was even more surprised, Jordan had explained it was set up into three floors, the first was your general furniture for houses and apartments and the like.

On the second was more business ordinated, it housed furniture that you need for business especially – what that meant I had no idea – and on the third floor he explained was statues and fountains, so basically anything that would be incredible expensive and normal people would put in their gardens but Jordan stressed that you wouldn’t want to ruin the master pieces by letting them get popped on by birds. How could I argue with such logic?

I walked up the isle and saw so many interesting shaped couches and weird designs that made me miss the usually rectangle couch that I had back home. I saw a couch in an interesting u shape, it was higher than a normal couch –especially the back rest – and the thick leather was a deep dark blood red. I decided to sit down and rest my feet while Jordan looks at a barrel type couch that I had no interest in. Sitting down in the couch the side seemed to sallow me whole, coming around to hug my sides almost like it was giving me a big hug. It was so comfy I could fall asleep in only a second flat.

“Enjoying yourself over there?” I heard Jordan chuckle as he came around the corner of the couch.

“Uh huh.” I almost moaned as I closed my eyes and let the couch hug me.

“Well when you’re done falling in love with the couch I’d like to get on with this.”

I rolled my eyes and tried to get up from the couch but failed. How the hell do you get up from this?

“Need help?” Jordan chuckled and moved in front of me, offering me a hand.

I smiled sweetly and took his hand letting him pull me too my feet but he used too much force sending me flying into his chest. He quickly stepped back so that we both didn’t fall and his arms came around my waist so that I didn’t fall back into the couch. I looked up at him and blew the hair out of my eyes. He was smirking and his slight chuckle could be felt through his body.

“What the hell were trying to do? Throw me?” I snapped and wiggled myself out of his arms, his right hand though still hovered around my lower back.

“Well I thought it would be harder to pull you up.”

“Oh” I smiled and then thought about what he said. Harder to pull me up? “Are you saying I look heavy?!”

“Well heavier than what you were.” He shrugged and started walking off towards the tables and chairs.

“So your saying I’m fat?!” I said and he just chuckled.

Oh god now I sound like Broody.

I caught up to Jordan and death stared him out of the corner of my eye which only made him smile even more. We stopped at a set of tables and chairs and grabbed both of my shoulders and turned me around to face it. “I was thinking this for the tables in the restaurant.” He said and I had to take a moment of death staring him.

“You know your right.”

“Right about what?”

“You are terrible at picking furniture.” I said and started walking down the aisles again.

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I heard shouting and walked out of my office being caught a little my surprise. If it wasn’t me and Rose then who the hell was it? Walking out I saw Julie storming down the hall and run into the bathroom, tears rushing down her face. What the hell?

I walked over to the group of my co-workers were Julie had ran from. There was an intern looking scared shitless, her own tears were streaking down her freckled face. I turned to my assistant and gave her a confused look.

“I don’t know what happened, Julie was giving her a lecture and then she started yelling at her, the intern started to cry and then Julie started to cry.”

“What they hell is wrong with everyone?”

“I wouldn’t drink the water, you might start crying.” She joked trying to lighten the mood. I smiled and nodded before letting her get back to work while I started to look for Julie.

I found her in the toilets; her hands had the basin in a deathly grip while tears ran down from her face and were caught by the water making it ripple.

“Julie?” I said in a clam and soft voice as if not to scare her.

“Go away Mia.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I said leave me alone.” She pushed passed me and headed out the door.

I was fed up. I bawled my hands into fists and took a few deep breaths trying to calm myself down but I failed miserably.

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That moment when your brother just starts making weird ass conversations and sing in his tone deaf voice while you’re trying to write – yeah that’s the one I’m in now. His latest comments: “I’m too pretty to be a girl.”

I swear I am not related to this kid.

Anyways…

Hope you all enjoyed this latest chapter, I must admit I did giggle a couple of times while writing – the start anyways. J What do you think is wrong with Julie? Find out next chapter.

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