aka The Frazzled Mom
Thursday night arrived. Crissa had setup a sofa and large television. She’d brought in, rather than prepared, a dinner that he guessed was probably from a higher quality restaurant. It certainly wasn’t from any fast food place.
Every once in a while, he felt a flare within, of what he could only assume was annoyance. Jealous? Why would he be jealous of a show that wouldn’t last it’s first season? He had nothing to worry about.
Crissa early fell onto the couch, grinning from ear to ear. Karl rolled his eyes, more for his benefit than hers. She was too enthralled at the opening scene. Inwardly, he grumbled at the very idea of watching inferior programming. However, she was his most devoted fan, so making an effort was the least he could do.
“You two know each other?”
“We had a fling, back in the day.”
Karl snorted at the dialogue. He was rewarded with an elbow to the ribs and a sharp hiss to be silent. Frowning, he watched as Crissa remained glued to the new image on the television. How could she so easily fall for him? He was a fraud.
“Crissa,” he called out softly in the hopes of breaking the spell.
She didn’t respond. Not even a blink. Instead, Crissa leaned forward, elbows on knees, mouth slightly agape. When the show finally ended, and that felt like a full day later, Karl groaned and Crissa cheered. Jumping up and down excitedly, she squeezed his hands and squealed.
“Can you believe it? That was awesome! It’s been so long since the original. What an amazing way to start off the show. O.M.G. And Paul Forest is so hot! This is awesome!” Crissa continued rambling on as she danced out of the room and back to her quarters.
Karl was left glaring first at her, then at the television set. Nearly a year had passed since Crissa brought him to his place. Their relationship, rocky at first, eventually began to flourish. That is, until this show was announced. How quickly she discarded him. Was he so old and unattractive? Did the other girl at the convention say he was hot? Didn’t Crissa say the same thing? What changed? Storming out to his quarters, Karl needed some privacy to think.