Unexplainable [Original Version]

[chapter four: "an emotional roller coaster"]

"All right." I smile and watch as Scott hauls his ass out of bed and heads towards the bathroom before I go back to the kitchen and sit down at the table.

After a couple of minutes, Scott comes into the kitchen, obviously much more awake than he was when I last saw him. He waves at me with a grin as he takes a seat across from me and scans over the breakfast I made.

"Damn, you really went all-out with this, didn't you?"

"You cooked for my hungover ass yesterday. I wanted to make that up to you." I chuckle as I take a drink of the coffee I had prepared. "Enjoy."

"Thank you." Scott eyes the food, deciding what all he wants, before he starts digging in. I just sit back and watch in amusement as Scott fills his plate before I do the same.

As we eat, we don't talk all that much. It's just the normal talk you have in the morning, really. The "How'd you sleep?" and "Is there anything you'd like to do today?" that you'd expect from a breakfast conversation.

Every now and then, Scott looks up at me, and I can tell there's something he wants to say to me. In all fairness, he's probably wanting to talk about Thomas or Jenny, or maybe both of them. Yesterday, we just kind of ignored the reunion and took it easy.

I don't particularly want to talk about them, if I'm being honest. I feel like Scott deserves to know something about it, since my horrible mood must've ruined his evening, but I don't know if I'm prepared to fully talk about everything.

When we finish eating, I clear the table and Scott heads to the living room and takes a seat on the couch. Once I've done the dishes and put them away, I join Scott and sit beside of him, snuggling against his side. Scott grabs the blanket from beside of him and wraps it around us both.

After we spend a couple of minutes mindlessly watching the news channel that Scott had turned the television to, he shifts so that he's facing me more and can really see me. Oh boy. Here we go.

"Joli, babe, I really don't want to ask you anything about this, but..."

"If it's about Thomas, I'm not all that interested. I've moved past him. He's at the absolute bottom of my priority list." I lean back against the couch and cast my gaze aside. Please, just drop it.

"I know, babe... I just..." Scott sighs and I frown. I want to talk to him about this. I do. But I can't. "I'll leave it alone, okay? You don't want to talk about it and I'm not going to pressure you into it."

"Thank you." I mutter as he scoots back beside of me and I lay against him once more. "I promise you, it's nothing exciting. He was just... shit, honestly."

"I should've beat his ass when I had the chance." Scott sighs before we fall into silence once more. I hate to have snubbed him like that, but what could I do?

I don't want to end up talking about this shit and breaking down again. I trust Scott wholeheartedly but I'm not ready to talk about this, not with anyone.

We lay around most of the day and don't really accomplish much of anything. After we eat dinner, we start packing and all that shit. As I'm placing a couple of pairs of pants in my suitcase, I notice that Scott still has that curious look on his face. He deserves something, doesn't he? Some sort of explanation?