“I’ve told her she’s smart. I constantly tell her she’s the only funny girl I know. I go for art movies with her even though I think that stuff’s too pretentious. I listen to her ramble on about her favourite books and tv shows. I’m even nice to her overbearing mother! Yet, I get nothing!” Steve exasperated. “Her Facebook profile says her favourite quote is ‘If you want to impress me, compliment my brain’. Now, other than saying something daft like ‘I think you’re Einstein’, I don’t know in how many more ways I can tell her that she’s the smartest person I know!”
John nodded patiently as Steve went on, “She treats me like I’m one of her girlfriends, mate! She’ll tell me about the boys she’s mad at, she’ll point out the ones she fancies when we go out, and she’s always talking about that Joseph Gordon bloke! It’s like I’m some sort of asexual being to her.”
“Are you sure she’s not seriously into someone else?”, asked John.
“I don’t know. She’s got tonnes of guy friends but she doesn’t particularly talk of anyone she likes. I just don’t know.”
“Have you actually considered just asking her out?”
“What? And ruin what little we have going right now?”
“But what you have right now is clearly not working for you! Do you know that this is the third time you’ve gone on about this in the last week?”
“Ugh, I don’t know. I have to go. I’m meeting her for coffee.”
“Dude, just tell her and get it over with. If she likes what she hears, hurrah, you can be an annoying happy prick, if not, we’ll go get smashed and get over it.”
Steve laughed, “Bye, John”.
He walked out of his apartment and made his way to the coffee shop. She was already sitting at their regular table by the window.
He walked up to her, slightly nervous. “Hey, Amy!”
She looked up from a book she was reading, “Oh, hey Steve! You know you’re late”.
He looked at his watch, “Just five minutes! That doesn’t count.”
“It would if there was a nuclear missile headed to destroy earth and you had to press a big red button to stop it but you didn’t because you were late and then we’d all be dead.”
He looked at her quizzically; Amy had a way of saying these things and then he didn’t know how to react. “Alright then, Amy, I’m sorry I’m late”.
Always best to apologise when in doubt, he thought.
She smiled, that gorgeous smile of hers which could light up any room, and said “It’s ok. I have some exciting news!”
“Oh, what’s up?”
“Jeremy asked me out!”, she squealed.
Steve was stunned, “What?”
“Jeremy! Remember? 6’2, handsome, a bit thick, but hey, nobody’s perfect”, she said grinning.
“Are you kidding me?”, Steve stood up and continued with a raised voice, “Are you seriously kidding me?”.
Amy looked around her in embarrassment, “Steve, what is wrong with you? Sit down!”
“I will not sit down. Jeremy? Really? Jeremy? The bloke you met five days ago, whom you compared to a male version of Marilyn Monroe, who thought you were called Annie for the first two days of knowing you, that Jeremy?”
“Steve, sit down! Why are you so offended?”
People were starting to look now.
“Why am I offended? Why? Oh, I don’t know, maybe because I’M INVISIBLE TO YOU!”, he bellowed.
Amy got up, took Steve by the arm and led him outside.
“What has gotten into you?”, she asked angrily.
“Amy, don’t you see! I’ve been nicest person in the world to you since the day I met you! I’ve done everything you wanted, I’ve even thought of the things you didn’t say you want, but I know you’d want, and done those! I’ve been nice, I’ve been as funny as I can be, I’ve laughed at all your jokes, I’ve listened to everything you’ve said, and I even complimented your beautiful brain—the one thing you say you want from a guy!”
Amy looked at her feet, took a deep breath, and looked back up. There were tears in her eyes. “You call my brain beautiful. You call my brain beautiful but you never, ever..” she was bawling now.
“Amy..”, he tried to hold her but she pushed him away.
“No. You never, you’ve never called me BEAUTIFUL!”, it was her turn to shout now. “You say it about every second girl you see! You tell me about how you find Sheila attractive, and Jane weirdly cute, and Anne, oh, you can’t stop going on about her ass, but what about me? I get that I’m not conventionally pretty, I get that. And I’m not asking you to lie and say that I am, but at least have the courtesy to not tell me how every other girl in the world, other than me is beautiful, while I’m just smart! And I don’t need you to tell me I’m smart, I know I am! Every second person tells me I am!”
Steve was stunned, he didn’t know what to say. He tried putting his arms around her again but she just pushed him away again.
“Please don’t cry,” he implored “I.. I think you’re very beautiful. I think you’re one of the prettiest girls I know. But I don’t tell you that because I don’t want you to think that’s what I want from you. I.. I want you to know that I want you, all of you.”
Her sobbing began to slow down a bit.
“I say all those other girls are beautiful only when you’re talking about other guys. Think about it, I’ve never said it other than when you’re talking about other guys. It was just my way of dealing with my own jealousy. And, I’m.. I’m sorry.”
She looked at him for a while, trying to control her tears, “I like you too.”
“I like you too”, she repeated.
“What about Jeremy?”
“I was just trying to move on from you.. I didn’t think you fancied me.”
Amy didn’t let him finish, she pressed her body against his and just let him embrace her.
*This post was written for the Daily Prompt: Silver Screen— “Take a quote from your favorite movie — there’s the title of your post. Now, write!”