Page 60 of Bless My Body

“You’re a weirdo,” I tell her while I watch her spread peanut butter and then jelly onto her toast.

“Wow, the judgment from you right now is ridiculous. Peanut butter and jelly toast is the best, and

nothing you say will change my mind.”

“I mean, you could have just asked for a PB&J, but you do you,” I tell her, spreading only jelly

onto my own toast.

After we finish breakfast and clean the dishes—we have an apartment rule to not leave dirty

dishes in the sink—we go back to my room.

“I should probably go. I’m getting the vibe that your roommates don’t really want me here.”

“Fuck them. I want you here.”

She smiles but starts changing into her own clothes. “I’ve got to get back anyway. I’ve got a paper

due next week that I should probably start.”

“Procrastinate much?”

“Procrastination is my middle name. Not everyone can be as damn studious as you. Remember

when we first met, and you literally studied every spare minute you had?”

I shrug my shoulders. I did what I had to do. “I have goals. I’m sure you do too.”

“I wish I did. I still feel like a kid who has no idea what she wants to do when she grows up.” I

know she hasn’t officially decided what to do after college, but I feel like she has to have some idea.

After four years of college, I find it hard to believe that nothing sparked her interest.

I decide not to push her about it, though. I know it’s a sensitive subject, and I know she has to

figure it out on her own. Nothing I say is going to be helpful. I think she’d be great at anything she

does, but I know she wants a job she loves. Something she’s passionate about. She’s just got to figure

it out.

Once she’s dressed and ready to go, I realize I’m not sure how I’m supposed to say bye to her

now. She’s not my girlfriend. Am I supposed to kiss her? Do I hug her? Do I smack her ass and say,

“Good game?”

Luckily, Celine takes the guesswork out of it for me. She throws her arms around my neck,

bringing me in for a hug. “Thanks for letting me stay, and you know… your dick.”

“You’re thanking me for my dick?” I ask, trying not to laugh but definitely not succeeding. “I think

that might be a first for me.”

She pulls away from me. “Well, it’s a very nice dick. I’m glad you let me experience it.”