P.S. I Hate You

When I got out the shower the first thing I saw was James downing a bottle of whiskey. I rolled my eyes as I walked to my bag to put my clothes away and I could smell the strong scent of whiskey.

“You know Ever, you’re a real bitch.” James slurred to me and leaned his back against the back of the chair he was sitting on. I rolled my eyes again and folded back the comforter of the bed so I could get warm and snug in the bed.

“You do everything to get out of this marriage. But you and I both know that if you don’t agree to marry me then I won't become king. You're probably becoming difficult so you won't be queen and won't have to marry me. But you see Ever, I won't let that bloody happen. I’m becoming king weather you like it or not. The only way for me to be king is for you to be queen and marry me. I don’t think either of us really wants that Ever.” He mumbled and leaned to his right side.

I sighed and walked over to James. “Come on James, I think you’ve had enough to drink tonight.” I grabbed him by the elbow to help him up.

“But I don’t want to go to bed! I want to talk to my bride! Its our honeymoon right? We can do whatever,” James wiggled his eyebrows and giggled.

I flinched and said, “No, were not married yet James. You don’t have to go to sleep. Just get in the bed…” I muttered and lead him over to the right side of the bed.

“Okay… Did you know that I hate the color blue? Its just so ironic how you made blue and white our wedding colors. You're just a little crafty, aren’t you?” James smiled at me as I got his shoes off and he laid in the bed. I walked to the other side and sat up right like him.

I guess I’ll just stay up and chat with James. Since it seems like I won't be getting any sleep till he gets a bit sober to function. “Exactly why I’m not changing the colors.” I added with a smile.

James shook his head and took the remote in between us. He turned on the television and switched it on to one of the radio stations. At the moment a song I’ve never heard of by Taylor Swift was on.

“So Ever, I want to get to know you. We are going to get married anyways. So lets say, play twenty questions?” He asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on his face. I had a feeling that I shouldn’t trust that smirk that was planted on his face right now. But I couldn’t resist. I smiled and nodded. I guess it was time to truly know my fiancé.

“Okay, I’ll start,” James held the smirk as he talked, “I’ll go easy on you the first question. What’s your favorite color?”

“Pink? And yours?” I asked him.

“White.”

“White isn’t a color,” I mumbled. “it’s a shade.”

“If I can fuckin’ see it then it’s a damn color.” He argued back.

“So clear is a color?” I asked to him.

“Yes, you named it so it’s a color. Next fucking question. When we're married what side of the bed do you want to sleep on?”

I looked at him in confusion. “Um I’m already sleeping on the left. So yeah, the left.” I muttered.

James giggled and went forward and then back again so he banged his back against the backboard of the bed. “Haha, right. I forgot my left from my right.”

I rolled my eyes and managed a little chuckle myself. James is hilarious when he’s drunk. But I could already see this is going to become a problem when we're married and have our own… dare I say it? Children…

“So James. I’ve been dying to know. Do you wear boxers or briefs?”

James scoffed. “If you so badly wanted to know you should have just looked under the covers while we were sleeping. I only sleep in my undergarments if you haven’t noticed.”

I looked away from James and felt a blush creep up onto my face. I did in fact notice that he only slept in his briefs. I would never admit this to anyone, even Amber, but guys who wear briefs, that’s kind of hot.

I calmed my self a bit and looked over at a smirking James. “One night I heard you saying my name in your sleep. What exactly were you dreaming about Ever?” He asked with raised eyebrows. He really wanted to know the answer and so did I.

“I honestly don’t know what your talking about James.” I told him, truthfully.

“Bull. I remember it. I woke in the middle of the night and you just kept screaming my name, ‘OH JAMES! JAMES! JAMES LOVETT YOU’RE THE BEST I EVER AND WILL EVER-”

“Okay I think I get your point,” I stopped James right there. Right where I knew what he was going to say, “But its total bull poopie. I would never dream about you. The real question is, what’s the best dream you had about dear old me?” I asked.

He was drunk. He couldn’t lie and I know he couldn’t, “Well there’s two best dreams I had. One was where I beat you with a hot frying pan. Another was where you and I were making love and all I could remember was you screaming, ‘OH JAMES LOVETT JONES! YOU’RE THE BEST LOVER ANYONE COULD HAVE!’”

I didn’t even have to stop him. We both knew what he was going to say. I could tell he wasn’t lying about the first dream. Possibly the second though.

Then as we started answering more and more questions it started to get interesting just as I was getting a bit tired. “So Ever, I’ve been dying to know. What do you even think of me?” James asked with anticipation in his eyes.

“Well honestly. I think you’re a playing ass whole. The only reason you make my life a living hell is so that you get a little laugh for yourself. You only play girls to make yourself feel better. You probably had intentions on playing Madiline, we could never know now. I also think your arrogant and self centered. You never think of others… I could go on for hours. But I think I’ve already went a bit to far.”

James had his mouth slightly a jar. I slanted my lips. “Well if you want to offend me too then I’ll ask you the same thing. What do you honestly think of me?”

“Fine then. Honestly, I have no clue what I think of you. You're one hard cookie to find out Ever. I could already see that you’ve pretty much gotten me down. You’ve gotten the hard exterior of me, Ever. What you don’t have is what I really am. But what I think of you? Well I would just have to tell you in time. Right now I could only say I think you’re a bitch who tries to get everything she wants. I think you’re the self centered and vapid one. With all of that in you, I could also see a side where you're beautiful and down to earth.

“I might not want to marry you. I might only gotten to really know you tonight. What I know for sure is that you're some what decent looking. And that’s a lot coming from me. And I know you think the same of me.” James closed him eyes for a bit and sighed, “I’m tired though. Goodnight Ever. Sweet dreams.”

James turned off the television and then the light on his bed side. I slowly slid down the bed with my mouth a jar. I turned off my bedside lamp and kept my eyes open, staring at the ceiling. Tonight, all I could think about were the words that came out of James’ mouth “You're beautiful…”