Margo found Amy resting on the couch with Terry in her lap upon returning home. She rested her palms on the back of the couch, “So do you think you’ll be gone tomorrow night.”
“Why?”
“Well,” Amy’s eyes directed at the TV Margo made no effort to conceal her grin, “I happen to know he asked you out to a festival thing tomorrow. You said no?”
“No,” Amy responded meekly. Margo decided that instead of trying to decipher a two letter word that she’d just ask directly.
“Yes you did say no or no you didn’t say no?” Margo played that back in her mind and decided she could’ve worded it better.
After a pause of trying to think how to reword the question she heard, “The second one?”
“What have you said to him?”
“Nothing, actually,” Amy’s voice wobbled, “I do want to go. It’s just that I kept putting it off until tomorrow and then now it’s tomorrow. He’s probably asked someone else out by now.”
“No. Just trust me, no. He’s not the kind of guy that would do that.”
At last, Amy turned to look up at Margo with a critic’s demeanor, “Before Brando, you used to do that all the time to guys. In fact that’s exactly what you did to Cyrus just so that you could get back with Brando again.”
Margo felt ready to unleash a flurry of rage but for some reason she also thought back to the time she’d just spent with Yennessa. I could tell her about my fight with Amy next time I see her or I can avoid the time waster altogether. Margo took a deep breath and said, “No, I set you up with him so that you’d have a virgin for your magic cock cage. I just took the opportunity to have Brando for a night.” True enough, Margo figured.
“Oh,” Amy slunk into the couch, “Sorry.”
“Forget it,” Margo rolled her eyes, “But if you want to go then tell him yes. Cy isn’t the kind of person that does first come first serve dates,” then mumbled under her breath, “As if he can afford to.”
“Why don’t you go with him instead. He’d probably have a better time with you anyways.”
“I’m not the one trying to increase my magic powers, remember.”
“Oh yeah,” Amy turtled her head down in embarrassment and said, “I forgot about that.”
“You forgot?” Margo eyed her roommate suspiciously, “Then why did you want to go?”
Spastically, Amy tried to justify herself, “I mean, I still feel bad about ditching him in the morning after the great night we had together. But, I get anxiety at the thought of telling him I’m a witch and then the cage is going to be a whole other thing,” Margo took note of how Amy squeezed Terry in her arms as she spoke, “I just think, like, how can I ask a guy that?”
“I don’t remember you calling it a great night,” after a moment of silence she continued, “Trust me,” she grinned knowingly, “some guys are into that sort of thing. Like I keep telling you just ask him.”
“I don’t know, it just seems so selfish.”
Margo stared at Amy wondering how to spin it into a positive until finally deciding a degree of honesty wouldn’t hurt, “I mean yeah, I guess but at least explain to him why first.”
“Yeah I don’t know if that’ll work. Every time I go over it in my head I just sound like a lunatic.”
Then Margo came up if a curve ball, “You know he blames himself for you bailing right?”
Amy grunted, “He shouldn’t.”
“But he does. If you went out with him tomorrow maybe you could apologize then.” Margo heard a sigh of defeat.
“Alright. I’ll text him.”
“Text him yes?”
“Yes,” Amy picked up her phone while petting Terry with her other hand, “There it’s sent. I’ll see him, apologize and then I don’t know.”
“What did you type? That was quick.”
“I had something in the send box since Tuesday. I figured it still made sense so, yeah. Except, shit!” Amy picked the phone up again and quickly typed something before slamming it against the sofa cushion in frustration.
“What was that about?”
“Just a correction.”
“So do you think you’re going to go spend the night at his place again.”
“I mean it’s up to him, I guess.”
“Oh! So you’re hoping to stay with him again? I’m guessing that maybe you’re hoping for more than just a little chastie for your magic cage?” Margo added mockingly.
She witnessed Amy sink deeper into the couch in what could only be embarrassment, “ Shut up, you’re making me miss my show.”
Margo decided that with the text sent her job was done. It wasn’t worth pushing the issue further. She just rolled her eyes and looked forward to the shower she so desperately needed. As she walked to the bath she added, “At least I got you out of the apartment on Saturday. I’ve got my own plans. I could use the privacy.”
“Wait!” Margo turned her head to see Amy’s head raised glaring at her, “Did you just want to get me out of the apartment on Saturday?”
Margo scoffed as she remembered a similar accusation from Cy, “You know, maybe setting you two up wasn’t such a great idea. You might have too much in common,” she slammed the bathroom door to end the conversation. Read more »