Bedroomies - Episode 8
by Chris Marie Green
Jenna clicks to listen to the first new voicemail from Adam, left last night.
Forget texting.
I just…I haven’t seen this tie since college. And these pictures…
He blows out a long breath.
Goddamn. These pictures with the tie…
He clears his throat.
All right. I know I wasn’t supposed to see all this. I’m sorry for barging in.
Now I can guess exactly what was going on in my bed before you left for the hotel, and…
Goddamn.
I’ll leave your place now. Call me back. Please.
I’ll wait until you do.
Jenna clicks on the second new voicemail from Adam, left that day.
You’ll be relieved to know that I’m in LA. No use waiting around at your place.
God, I’m still trying to figure out what happened.
And I really am sorry for walking into your room when you told me not to.
There’s a heavy pause.
Just so you know, I couldn’t sleep last night, and it wasn’t only because of those pictures.
I wish I could talk to my friend Jen about this. Whenever you’re up to it, I’ll be here.
Jenna scrolls through her texts from that day.
I realized that the idea of talking on the phone could be making you uncomfortable.
Texting works.
Can you please answer?
Five minutes pass.
You’re killing me, Jen.
Two hours later, Heather sets down Jenna’s phone on the sofa cushion between them.
Jenna’s eyes are red, and she’s hugging her knees.
Judging by those messages, he’s not giving up on you.
Adam’s only contacting me because he wants me to explain the freak show he saw in my room.
After I get up the guts to tell him, his curiosity will be sated and he’ll be on his way.
He wouldn’t be that callous.
I don’t want to find out.
Sorry to be this difficult, Heather. It’s hard to talk about this, even to you.
I just hate that you’re back in that shell you lived in before Adam found your "me item."
Jenna lets out a shaky laugh.
My "me item." How vanilla compared to what he found this time.
And I’ve been so good at hiding who I am until now.
I told you — give him a chance. Maybe he’ll tell you he’s into it.
If he is, then the novelty is sure to wear off soon.
Wait a sec…
First you were scared because you thought he might wig out like your first boyfriend.
Now you think Adam might welcome all of you, and that’s still not good enough?
He’s never going to win with you.
Let’s be real…
How can any man be interested in an oddity like me in the long run?
I mean, the only real, long-term relationship I’ve ever had is with…
Jenna tears up.
…that damned tie.
Oh, honey.
Heather enfolds her in a hug.
You really do have deep feelings for him.
The thought of him possibly rejecting you has to be devastating.
To you, that tie WAS Adam.
It was here when he wasn’t.
What are you saying?
That you’ve invested a lot more emotion in that tie than any of your previous objects.
Have you ever held onto something in your box for this long?
No…
Then maybe, this time, this particular prop is not just about sex but something more…
And that when Adam walked in and saw those pictures, you showed him your heart.
Jenna sniffs.
Feel better?
No! Now I sound even weirder!
Stop it. Just admit you’ve been in love with Adam since college.
If this is love, I hate it.
Please. I know your parents taught you that intimacy is a dark, wicked thing.
And your first real boyfriend only drove that point home.
But now you have Adam to wipe all that away.
I—
The phone sounds off with Adam’s ringtone. They look at each other.
Do it.
Can’t.
Answer it — now!
No!
It’s time to put an end to this one way or another.
Heather picks up the phone, hands it to Jenna, then marches out the door.
Jenna stares at the thing, her pulse flailing.
Heather is right. It’s time to put an end to this.
Hello?
Jenna.
I didn’t expect you to pick up.
I didn’t expect it either.
A massively awkward pause stretches over the line.
I miss you, Rosy.
I called to tell you that I don’t care about those pictures or the tie.
You don’t?
Well, that was what I intended to say at first, but then I realized it wasn’t true.
Oh. Well, that’s just great.
I DO care that when I found them, you were humiliated.
I’m sorry for that. I really didn’t expect…
What? The carnival sideshow that you found on my bedroom floor?
Don’t overreact.
Overreact? You said there was a little monster in me waiting to get out. So…
Monster, meet Adam.
You’re upset so…
No. You deserve to know every bit of this.
I like to get myself off with objects.
It started with a poster of Luke Skywalker and a tee shirt under the covers of my bed.
Then it moved on to Han Solo — and I used another tee to get me off.
You don’t have to—
I’m telling you all of it.
I’m telling you how my parents would lecture me about treating my body like a temple.
And that I tried to tell my first boyfriend what I used to do with the Speed Racer tee shirt he gave me…
He kept my quirk a secret, but sure as hell avoided me at school after that.
That’s when I knew I wouldn’t get what I need from anyone.
You’re saying that you haven’t been intimate with someone since then?
I haven’t gotten OFF with anyone since then.
I have my toys and my props for that — nothing else works like they do.
So are you intrigued now, Adam? Do you still want to talk about this?
Jen, you’re still upset…
Please don’t patronize me. It just makes things worse.
She imagines the appalled look Adam must be wearing.
It’s the same expression from prom night.
Tears well up from her chest and sharpen in her throat.
I’m going to make this really easy on you, okay?
She hangs up then turns off her phone, reduced to a weepy mess.
A couple hours later, she gets a text.
Are you ok? I haven’t heard from you.
It’s officially over.
Oh, hon.
I can put out a hit on Adam if he was awful to you.
He wasn’t. I was the bitch.
I hate me.
I’m coming back over.
Don’t bother. There’s no fixing this freak.
After I told Adam everything, I got out my "me item" to try and make myself feel better.
Lots of good THAT did.
What do you mean?
It didn’t work.
Dead batteries?
No.
Oh. You mean you couldn’t…?
Not even close. And that frustrated me even more.
I got out the tie and pictures. Hell, I even looked at the Stormtrooper eraser as inspiration.
Still nothing.
Oh no. What if you’ve been so intimate with Adam that nothing else is EVER gonna work?
I hope not. But, shit, that’s probably why,
I need HIM, and nothing can take his place.
Ugh, I’m so sorry.
No, I’m sorry, mostly because I can’t take back the way I ghosted Adam.
Give yourself a day or so.
Intimate and sexual hang ups don’t get solved just like that.
But this one might require some sort of conversation.
I know.
Thx, Heather. You’re the best.
Hey, when the time comes for me to mess up this epically, you’ll be there for ME.
Yes, I will.
Jenna leaves the box unlocked as she puts it away in the closet.
But what should she do now?
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