Chapter 3

mix awkwardness with hell of horrible jokes…


“That sucks, Charlie.” Jake’s pity was the last thing I needed as I sighed and slumped into his soft cushion couch.

“I’m so screwed. The last thing I need is my brother-in-law to hate me!” I exclaimed as he shrugged at me. He just jugged down his can of beer before looking at me.

“You did punch him for no reason, Charlie,” he reminded me as I groaned and nodded. Guilt immediately washed into me as I bit my bottom lip.

“I know!” I was frustrated as Jake sighed and patted my shoulders. His touch always lingered a few seconds than necessary before he retreated them. “What am I going to do? This is my fault! Entirely, period.”

“Don’t take it so hard, Charlie. Things will work out,” he said carefully as I shook my head.

“I doubt that.”

“What do you mean?” he asked as I stared at him from the corner of my eyes.

“I accidentally dropped a bag of chips on him while I was trying to make a point,” I stated.

Seconds, it just took this whole entire situation to become a laughing stock to Jake, in seconds. Groaning, I decided to bury my face into his soft cushion coated couch. Oh, it was so soft. Why must my couch be so angry and stiff with leather from who knows where? Oh, the sad reality that I must face.

“I can’t believe it! This whole thing keeps getting funnier and funnier. You should be a comedian, Charls. Definitely the best job you can ever get.” Jake laughed in between his words as I groaned louder into the cushion.

“What am I going to do?” I asked him as I turned around. He smiled at me after his laughter subsided and jugged down his can.

“How about you spend a day together? Like get to know him better. Get him to know you better. It worked with my sister-in-law before.” Jake shrugged as I looked at him for a while. I bit my bottom lip and sighed before slumping in deeper into the cushion.

“A what?”

I crossed my arms and looked at him straight in the eyes. “Let’s spend a day together. To get to know each other better.”

“I don’t think—”

“I think that’s a splendid idea,” Kristine walked into the dining room with a bowl of spaghetti. I smiled at her before returning my gaze to him. He narrowed his eyes at me for a moment before he sighed and slumped on his chair.

“So, what do you say?” I asked as he looked away from me.


“How about tomorrow morning?”

“Can’t. I have a case.”

“Alright…how about at noon then? During lunchtime.”

Silence soaked into this atmosphere before I heard him sigh again. “Alright.” I smiled in triumph before Kristine walked into the room.

“Great! I know this great sandwich store we could go to,” I said chirpily as he glared at me. 

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