Love and Lists (Chocoholics) (6 page)

Yes, we only dated for two weeks, but it took fifty-two days after that for her to get the memo. Brooklyn Daniels is a stage five clinger. I almost had to move to get her to leave me alone. The only thing that worked was having my mom show up at her job at the local ice cream shop where she told Brooklyn that if she didn’t leave me alone, she’d shove so many sugar cones up her ass that she’d be burping up chocolate and vanilla twist for the rest of her life.

“Can we go inside now? I need a drink.”

Tyler and I continue to stare at her across the top of the car. She seems normal right now. Maybe things have changed and she’s not bat shit crazy anymore. I mean, we all do stupid things in high school, right? She’s twenty-five years old now. She’s probably matured.

Brooklyn walks around the front of the car and comes up next to me, linking her arm through my elbow.

“It’s nice to see you again, Gavin. So, what are we going for tonight? A little jealousy or total annihilation?”

“Jealousy.”

“Make the bitch cry!” Tyler and I inform her at the same time.

“Well okay then. How about somewhere in the middle? Are you okay with that?” Brooklyn asks as we walk toward the door of Wolfey’s.

“Nothing over the top. I just want Charlotte to get a tiny bit jealous and maybe see me differently.”

“False. You need to make Charlotte think he’s a sex God. So talk about his penis a lot,” Tyler informs her.

Trying not to blush with embarrassment, I smack Tyler on the arm. “We do not have to follow the list exactly. No talking about my penis.”

Brooklyn nods as Tyler opens the door for us. “Got it. No problem.”

“I really appreciate you doing this for me, Brooklyn. I know we didn’t end on the best of terms, and I apologize for my mom throwing chocolate sprinkles in your eye.”

We make our way through the crowd of people to the back of the bar and the group of tables where the gang always sits.

“Really, it’s fine. No hard feelings at all. That was a long time ago, and I’m a different person now.”

I breathe a sigh of relief at her words and try not to be nervous when I see Charlotte standing next to Ava, staring right at us.

This is going to work. It’s totally going to work.

THIS IS NOT WORKING AT ALL! CODE RED!

“Gavin, let’s go into the bathroom so you can stick it in my ass again like last week. That was sooooooo good,” Brooklyn slurs as she wraps her arms around my neck and drapes her body across my chest.

I try to shush her so she stops talking so loudly but that just makes it worse.

“GAVIN HAS AN AMAZING PENIS!” Brooklyn screams over the sounds of music and people.

For the most part tonight, no one has paid much attention to Brooklyn, which I think is part of the problem. She wants people to notice her. I just want her to sit next to me quietly and pretend to be a nice, sweet girlfriend. The first time I whispered that suggestion in her ear, she reached under the table and squeezed my nuts in a death grip. Obviously my recommendation wasn’t pleasing to her ears.

Tyler, Ava, Charlotte, Rocco, Brooklyn, and myself have been here for exactly two hours. Within the first three minutes, Brooklyn has downed two dirty martinis and three shots of something called Liquid Marijuana. My sister Sophia couldn’t make it tonight because she just started the summer session of her last year in college. I am thanking my lucky stars for that because she probably would have dragged Brooklyn by her hair into the bathroom and beat the shit out of her. Even though Sophia was only twelve when I dated Brooklyn, she still remembers. And she shares our mother’s hatred of her.

Ava has been shooting her dirty looks all night, even before Brooklyn turned belligerent. I’ve seen her whispering in Charlotte’s ear every time Brooklyn speaks, and I can only imagine what she’s saying. Probably something along the lines of “I’d punch that bitch in the face if I wasn’t afraid of breaking a nail or missing a text message when I had to put my phone down.”

I wish Molly, Charlotte and Ava’s youngest sister, was here. Molly is the peacekeeper in the family and can diffuse any situation. She probably would have been able to get Brooklyn to stop drinking eight shots ago with no problem. Unfortunately, Molly is only nineteen and therefore, not allowed in the bar. Same goes with both of Aunt Jenny and Uncle Drew’s kids, Veronica, also nineteen, and Billy, sixteen. All they care about is being the life of the party and probably would be doing plenty of stupid things to take the focus off of Drunky McDrunkerson sitting here next to me.

“Dude, this plan is NOT working,” I complain quietly to Tyler next to me.

“What are you talking about? It’s totally working. Charlotte can’t stand to see you with her.”

“The entire bar can’t stand to see me with her because she keeps yelling at random people that she’s going to cut their mother,” I complain.

“She’ll be fine. Just make sure she takes her meds,” Tyler tells me distractedly as he winks at a girl a few tables away.

“Meds? What meds? Should she be mixing medication with alcohol?” Panicking when I feel Brooklyn’s head slump forward, I place my fingers against the side of her neck to make sure she’s still alive.

Her head jerks up suddenly and she starts screaming. “OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SONG! I WANT TO DANCE!”

I stare at her in horror as she laughs uncontrollably. She suddenly shoots up from her chair and points to a guy at the far end of the bar about twenty yards away. “Do you see that guy? He’s staring at me. He’s creepy and he keeps staring at me. That little Chinaman keeps staring.”

Glancing over to where she points, I see nothing but a group of women talking to a fifty-something guy.

“I’m going to chase him,” Brooklyn states.

“What? No. He’s not staring at you and you aren’t chasing anyone.”

“I don’t think that’s a Chinaman. He looks Italian to me,” Tyler muses, totally not helping the situation.

Brooklyn narrows her eyes at the poor unsuspecting man who isn’t even facing our direction.

“Yep. This is totally happening. That little Vaginaman is going down.”

Before I can stop her, she kicks her chair out of the way and goes running full sprint to the bar.

The guy she’s aiming for looks up and sees her barreling toward him at full speed. A moment of panic flashes across his face before he slams his beer bottle down on the bar and takes off running in the opposite direction.

“RUN, VAGINAMAN, RUN!” Brooklyn screams as she runs after him. Everyone in the bar stares in shock and moves out of the way as she chases him right out the front door and into the parking lot.

I turn my head away from her and glare at Tyler who just shrugs. “Don’t give me that look. She wasn’t this cuckoo when I banged her a few months ago.”

“Jesus Christ, you slept with her? What is wrong with you?” I scold.

“What? I like the crazy. Crazy chicks are needy and hot in bed. Don’t worry, I’ll go after her.”

Tyler gets up from his seat and heads to the door. Out of the corner of my eye I see a flash of something and watch as the Italian-China-vagina-man streaks past the window outside with Brooklyn right on his heels.

Looking across the table, I catch Charlotte’s eye and she gives me a sympathetic smile. Obviously making her jealous didn’t work. And I’m pretty sure hearing Brooklyn shout about anal all night long didn’t convince her I’m a sex God. All this evening did was make her feel sorry for me. I wanted her to see me with another woman and realize she has feelings for me. If I ever need another fake girlfriend again, remind me to never put Tyler in charge of finding her.

“I caught the Chinaman. He won’t be bothering me anymore. Show me your penis,” Brooklyn suddenly demands next to my chair before collapsing onto my lap and dissolving into a fit of tears.

Since Wolfey’s the other night was a total bust, I’m moving down the list and forgetting all about it. Out of sight, out of mind. I know what you’re thinking, I should just give up the list and come up with something else. Something like, oh, I don’t know, just telling her the truth. Do you have any idea what it’s like to be a dude and tell a woman you love her only to have her shoot you down? Neither do I, but I’m guessing it would cut me deep. Especially considering this is Charlotte we’re talking about. It’s not like I could just drop that bomb on her, walk away, and never see her again. Our families are practically related. I’ll have to spend Christmas and birthdays with her while she looks at me with pity from across the room. Poor, lonely Gavin holding a torch for his best friend while she moves on, marries Rocco, and spends the rest of her life listening to Barbara Streisand and shoe shopping with him.

This list is my only hope of saving face. It has to work. So I’m moving on to one of my favorites on the list: take her to The Cheesecake Factory. Glancing down at my cell phone, I see a text from Tyler reminding me what to do.

Chicks love cool guys that order for them. Be cool, dude. Make sure she knows money is no object. Chicks dig it when guys say that.

“Hey, Gavin, sorry I’m late. Traffic was a bitch,” Charlotte says brightly as she kisses me on the cheek and then rushes over to take her seat across from me.

It takes everything in me not to vault over the table and tackle her to the ground. I’m guessing that would be frowned upon at The Cheesecake Factory.

“It’s fine. I haven’t been here that long. How was job hunting today?” I ask as I signal for our waitress so she can get Charlotte something to drink.

“Job hunting sucks. I should have just stayed in college for the rest of my life,” she says with a laugh as she looks over the drink menu. “How was work for you? I heard you’re doing some new promotional thing where you’re letting customers vote on a toy name. That sounds fun.”

“The customers seem to like it so far. We’ve gotten some great submissions and some creepy ones,” I tell her.

“Creepy ones?”

“Well, the creepy ones have all come from Tyler. I need to block him from the company website.”

Charlotte laughs and I’m instantly hard. I try to think about something other than the musical sound of her laugh, like cheesecake. But that doesn’t help; I love cheesecake. And now I’m thinking about smothering Charlotte’s body with cheesecake and then licking it off. I wonder if she would taste better with cherry cheesecake or blueberry? Does blueberry sauce stain the skin? I bet Uncle Drew would know the answer to that …

“I was asked to come to the grand opening of a new sex toy store in Cleveland this weekend. You should totally come. They want me to cut the ribbon during the opening ceremony,” I explain.

“That sounds fun. I’ll definitely be there. Just text me the address and when it is. Thanks for asking me to lunch too. I haven’t been here in a while. Rocco brought me here on our first date and our bill was outrageous.”

Fucking Rocco. I’ll show him. My bill will be bigger than his bill.

“So how’s Brooklyn?” Charlotte asks, checking a text on her phone and then setting it to the side of her silverware.

I don’t know. How
is
Brooklyn? I haven’t spoken to her since she passed out at the table and Tyler drove her home. I told him if he gave her my cell number or told her where I lived, I’d tell my mom he still sucks his thumb at night when he sleeps.

“She’s great. Just great. Wonderful and great.”

Charlotte leans forward and puts her elbows on the table while I gush about Brooklyn.

Holy cleavage, Batman. Don’t look directly at the cleavage. Look at the ceiling.

“They have a light burnt out. I should tell someone,” I mutter as I stare above our table.

I feel Charlotte’s hand cover mine on the table. Swallowing thickly, I will my penis not to make a fool of himself under the table. I can feel him perking up and that’s all I need—him standing at attention, slamming against the underside of the table, and making the glasses and plates clang together. And now I’m picturing my penis rising up like a phoenix and repeatedly smacking against the table like he’s knocking on a door. Maybe that would impress her.
“Hey, Charlotte, look what my penis can do!”