Get it together, Seb. Fuck. You sound like a horny college guy now. What the hell is wrong with you?
It was April.
That was what was wrong with me.
This was all April’s fault.
I stepped to the sink and saw the container of green goop.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
I curled my lip.
You’re not really going to do this, are you, Seb?
I slid openthe balcony door and stepped out with two beers.
I walked behind April and draped a beer over her right shoulder.
“If this is a peace offering, it’s not good enough,” she said. “But I will take the drink.”
She held the bottle and I twisted the cap.
I then flicked it off the balcony, letting it fall to the ground, into the bushes.
I opened my beer next, then stood next to her.
“Cheers?” I asked.
“Nope,” she said. She took a drink and smacked her lips together. “There is nothing you can do to…”
April looked at me and forgot how to talk.
Her jaw slowly dropped.
“Something wrong?” I asked.
I took a slow drink from my beer bottle.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Seb?”
I turned my head left to right. “What? Did I miss a spot? I need to work on my complexion. You know, playing hockey you sweat a lot. Messes with your skin.”
“You’re…”
I turned, leaned against the railing and smiled. “I’m, what?”
“How much of my face cream did you use?”
“Are you saying I have a big face?”
“Yeah, I am,” April said. “You giant-faced loser. Using all my face cream. That stuff is expensive.”
“I’ll buy you more,” I said.
“You didn’t even do it right, Seb. Look at you. It’s… a mess. Globs of goo everywhere.”
I moved my face closer to her. “It’s my first time. Sorry. Want to help me smooth it out?”