What If I Do?

Chapter 8: Those Three Little Words

September 13th, 1991

"Babe if you were 21 you could come and you know that," Dave said as I walked away from him and headed downstairs. I could hear him behind me but I didn't care.

"Stop following me and go be the center of attention. I don't need a baby sitter," I spat back as I opened the fridge.

"Britt I'm not trying to be a dick but you're 19. I don't want you getting kicked out because of your age. Plus you don't need to be around that stuff," Dave replied as I took a beer and started drinking it.

"I get it. Go. I'll be fine. If you meet some girl though don't bother coming home," I said angerly as I walked past him.

"You're a bitch at times you know that," he shouted at me as I walked into the living room.

I sat down on the couch and just stared out the window. I heard Dave go back upstairs, walk around and come back down before heading out the door. I felt bad for being mad. It was his special night after all. I just wanted to be there and celebrate with him. I also wanted to be there to support Krist and Kurt. I had a fake ID but Dave didn't want me to risk it. I spent most of the night drinking, drawing and writing. I also had music blasting because I hated being in the house alone. I eventually gave up on trying to do anything and laid back down on the couch. I stared back out the window and started crying. I soon drifted off as I just laid there and let the tears fall.

Dave's Point of View

"Fuck that shit. Let's go do something. It's still early and you're free for the night," Krist said as we got kicked out of our own release party.

"That food fight was fun but not a good idea in hindsight," Kurt said as he put his jacket on.

"I think I might just go home and try to make up with Britt. I feel like a dick. I pretty much called her a bitch before I left," I replied to Krist.

"You called her a bitch?" Kurt asked as we walked towards Krist's van.

"I said you're a bitch sometimes you know that right and she just ignored me. She sat on the couch, stared out the window and drank. Krist do you think we can find a flower shop still open?" I asked as we got in the van.

"Ya sure Dave. Why would you call her a bitch though?" Krist asked.

"She said if I met a girl tonight to not bother coming home," I replied. I felt like a dick for calling her a bitch and for leaving her alone all night. I wanted her with me but it was 21 and over. I was trying to protect her from getting hurt or kicked out.

"She was upset Dave. You two haven't spent more than a week apart since you met. You both needed tonight apart," Krist said.

"No we didn't. I like being with her. She makes me smile. I like walking into the kitchen and seeing her dancing around to whatever song is on the radio while she cooks or does the dishes. I like watching her trying to learn to play a new song on her guitar and how she sticks her tongue out while she's writing or drawing," I replied.

"Sounds like you're in love," Kurt said as we stopped at a flower store.

"Shut up. I'll be quick," I replied as I got out.

"Dave wait. Get back here," Krist yelled as I was about to go in. I walked back to the van and leaned against the windows.

"Get daisies. Britt loves daisies," he said.

I smiled before running back to the store. I got daisies and got back in the van. I thought about what Kurt said as Krist drove me home. Maybe he was right. Maybe I was in love with her. Britt always makes my day better. All she has to do is smile and everything gets brighter. Krist pulled up in front of the house, I said good night to them and got out. I walked up to the house and opened the door.