Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Jesse and Brigit

Jesse Rasnick and Brigit O'Riely. They're quite the characters. Their story is also part of something much, much bigger. Maybe you'll see more of them from time to time. They don't usually have many problems, but no one has a perfect relationship.

Jesse slammed the phone down. Damn that girl! How on Earth could she do that? Make him feel so happy and so. . .so angry all at the same time? It wasn't really Brigit's fault, he reasoned. But somehow, that didn't make him feel any better.
He kept mentally replaying the night in his head, like his relationship was some sort of morbid sporting event.
"I know you wanted to see me tonight, but it doesn't look like it's going to happen, I'm sorry Brigit. You know I'd rather be with you."
He heard her sigh through the phone. "I know. I know it's not your fault, Jesse. That doesn't mean that I have to like it. Are you sure you can't cancel?"
"Look, this is the last time Blake's gonna be on this
continent for a good three months. You have to understand that I need to go to his sending-off party!"
"I guess I just don't get why you don't want to take me with you." Another sigh. Damn! Brigit was
not making this any easier on him. The real reason he couldn't take her with him was simply this: Blake hated Brigit. He had no idea why, but he'd come to terms with that. But he couldn't very well tell his girlfriend that one of his closest friends couldn't stand her. That would not be good.
Instead he went with "It's an invitation only thing. There's limited space and it was pretty clear that no one was allowed to bring a 'Plus One,' including me. I think it's silly, but I'm not the one headed to New Zealand. When I am, you'll be there for sure." Actually Blake's words had been something along the lines of "That fucking bitch better not show up at my party." He'd taken the hint.
After wrapping it up with Brigit, he'd gone to the party. Everything had gone great until right near the end. He'd left his phone on the table and it rang. Jesse hadn't been around, Blake had. He'd seen it was Brigit, answered, and really layed into her. Jesse hadn't even found out until he got home and Brigit called him at his house, sobbing hysterically and truly hurt from the things Blake had said. The more Jesse tried to console her, the more inconsolabe she became. Hurt gave way to frustration, gave way to anger. Both of them had angrily said goodnight and hung up. Which brought him to now.
Jesse knew they'd make it through this, but the thing that was really upsetting him was how Blake had acted. He had been a bit tipsy, but that was no excuse for the way he'd treated Brigit. He hadn't told her this, but when Blake got back to America, Jesse fully intended to punch him.

6 comments:

Eric L said...

So, is this based on anything, or just a name I made up and/or our random ramblings about becoming pacifists in New Zealand/Australia and cross-breeding longhorns with Scottish cattle on our ranch complex?

Drew said...

It's not based on anything, dude. But thanks for reading it!

Renee L. said...

Eh, Blake is a jerk! Jesse should so totally lay into him once he gets stateside!

;) Doin' good Peace!

Jenny said...

Fun fact: Brigit is very close to Brigid, so your ads now have lots of "Brigid's Cross" things. I clicked on one, and realized... I'VE MADE ONE OF THESE.

http://www.irlonline.com/cross/

I have it at home. I didn't know what it was called, but we made them at camp. Weird!

Anyway, thanks for sort of accidentally teaching me what it's called?

Drewcifer said...

Umm. . .no problem?

Jessica said...

Hey Drew! I really like this one. :D The thought of reading more about these two and their "relationship problems" is very appealing to me. I mean, I like the fact that this problem is not just an average problem, it's a really BIG problem, if that made any sense. If not, you know how to get ahold of me to ask me what the heck I mean! Haha. Nice job.