I am a very social person. I love to be around people, to hear about their lives, and to spend time with those I care about. I am also what one would call a night owl. I like to stay up late, play card games, and shoot the breeze.
I usually hang out with my female friends once or twice a month. Lexy lives in the mountains. Jen works an ungodly amount of hours. I am at school from 8am to 4pm and spend a lot of time looking for writing jobs. If I am not with my boyfriend, I am searching for jobs or spending time at the gym.
On this night, it was going to be a mix of people. Lexy was doing something with her boyfriend. Jen could not make it. So it was just Bethany, her boyfriend Sam, and two girls from next door. I had met one of the girls, a Japanese immigrant girl named Makoto. Her roommate was American and rather extreme. Sydney had never been over for a movie night and by the end of the night I was grateful for that.
It started off pretty good. Sam spent most of the night on the couch, reading a book. We made tacos, talked about some books we read, and helped Makoto with her English. Bethany was Makoto’s English tutor, which is how they met. While Makoto can read and write very well, she still has trouble with certain phrases, and slang passes right over her head.
The problems began when we discussed what movies we should watch. Makoto had never seen Jurassic Park 1-3. She loved the Godzilla movies. Bethany is an avid fan of anything Dino related and put down her vote for that as well.
Sydney, on the other hand, wanted to watch some documentary on school shootings.
“I don’t want to,” Bethany said. “We never watch serious things. We are trying to relax.”
Sydney huffed and puffed and said she would leave if we didn’t watch anything else. To be a good host, Bethany asked if anyone had seen 27 Dresses, which I had purchased earlier that day. It is in my top 5 favorite movies and I have seen it close to 30 times.
Makoto sounded interested.
Sam, despite being into zombie and action movies, said it sounded “cute.”
Sydney told us she would rather watch “dino shit” than sit through “two hours of a crappy comedy that makes unrealistic demands of females.” So, in the end we put in Jurassic Park.
We were on JP 2 when Sam asked if Bethany would mind getting him some of the leftover tacos and a Pepsi.
Bethany agreed, “What flavor?”
“Cherry,” he said.
Bethany gets up from the floor, asking if anyone else would like a drink. I ask for a Sprite, Makoto wants more water. Sydney, on the other hand, is furious. She has been sitting on the floor this whole time because there were not enough chairs. She seems to think this is the worst thing to ever happen to her.
Sydney starts to scream at same. “How dare you! You are so rude. You should let the girls have the couch and sit on the floor. It is about time you men learned some fucking manners,” Sydney says, pointing a blunt finger at him. “You do not ask your girlfriend to get you food. You make it yourself. She is not your slave. You are so lazy. Do it yourself.”
Makoto turns to look at the wall, turning red. I just gape at her.
Bethany stands there in shock. After a moment, she walks back to Sydney, standing between the irate girl and Sam. “I think you are overreacting,” Bethany says.
Sam sighs. “I would get it if I could,” Sam said. “I am usually the one who cooks. When Bethany works, I clean the house. When I work, she does the chores. We are really rather modern.”
“You are lying,” Sydney says. “For the last two weeks, all you have done is sit on the couch and read. Or played on your computer. You just sit there, like a king, all bundled up while she runs around like a slave. What type of relationship is that?”
I stand up. Walking over to the couch, I pull off the blanket on his legs. “You have been over twice in the last two weeks. You aren’t close enough to Sam and Beth to know all about their home life. Also, remember when the movie night was cancelled three weeks ago?”
“Yes?” Sydney says, looking at me.
“That was because Makoto and I took them to the hospital because Sam broke legs falling off a ski lift and hitting a tree.”
Sydney looks over at the couch, where Sam’s giant green casts are now on display.
“He can’t walk because he is too much pain. He is on leave from work until he can move without almost passing out,” I say.
Bethany sighs. “I don’t know you very well,” Bethany says. “But from what I have seen, you are not the sort of person I want over at my house. I would like you to leave.”
Sydney gasped in shock. “But, but…”
With that, Sydney picked up her stuff, called us “troglodytes” and wished us the best in hell. We never invited her over again and Makoto moved into her own apartment a few weeks later.