Free Common Sense Doesn't Become Me by CJ Hawk Page A

my
kitchen doing dishes, I was in trouble.
    "You look busted." He joked.
    "I feel busted. That's not me. A normal me.
Smelling your clothes." Then I paused. I might as well warn him
now. "Ok. I... I have a secret." I raised one eyebrow and looked at
him with my head diverted down but my eyes slightly looking up at
him with my head tilted. He seemed to be waiting patiently for my
secret. I finally got out the words. "I don't always do the common
sense thing. Sometimes I do really stupid things. Maybe even
immature." The last word eked out of me slow and long.
    He shrugged his shoulders and tossed the fork
in the sink. "Who doesn't." Then he walked over, motioned for me to
stand. I did, and then he picked me up while I started to giggle,
and he carried me to the kitchen countertop. He set my butt on the
counter and stood between my legs with my head in his hands. "Where
would I be without you right now? Sitting on my couch watching the
game? Trolling on the Internet for a girlfriend? Fixing some old
farts whatever that is broken? Instead, I am here with you, and you
are the most mature thing I want to think about. I've done a lot of
stupid things in my life, ask my father. The night I put you to
sleep naked in your bed after watching you do whatever it was that
you were doing; I couldn't stop thinking about you. You are real,
and I like what is happening here."
    I said it as I felt it. "Gulp."
    "Sorry too much, too soon." He sounded
worried, but I wasn't. What he just said made a hell of a lot of
sense. We were two lost souls looking for our mate, and fate put us
across the building from each other. I would have wanted the first
time he met me not to be a drunk naked passed out stupor, yet he
didn't hold that against me. I needed to tell him everything, about
Steve, my mom's control and inability to love me just as I am, my
need to have Marion in every part of my life, which meant he would
have to love her just as much, and my crazy aunt, my perfect
sister, all of it. For now, I grabbed his head, slammed my lips
against his, and began kissing him with all the craziness I felt
deep inside of me; that feeling caused tangling tongue and heavy
breathing.
    It took several minutes before I realized
that things were going to progress too far, too soon, and we both
knew that taking this a bit slower was better for making something
out of this. I felt his excitement, and I knew my own was off the
charts molten mess. We both seemed to pull away at the same time,
and we pressed our foreheads against each other while breathing
hard. I finally found the words to speak up.
    "I think I should be the one to question,
where would I be without you? My common sense doesn't become me. It
takes me for a joyride from time to time, and I end up in a lot of
trouble. I have a confession to make."
    He laughed at my reference. "What is it?"
    "Well. You may not like this. Ok. Here it
goes. Tomorrow, after I am officially thirty, I need to act more
grown up. Be responsible. Take a college class. Volunteer. Do
things that are thought through and not spur of the moment, 'hey
that seems like a great idea'. I think you might find me rather
dull after I turn thirty."
    He laughed with a soft sound and then held my
face as he looked into my eyes. "Doubt it. But hey, if you need a
support group in this new challenge, I'm up for it."
    It was as if the gates of heaven opened up,
and a spotlight shined down on him while angels sang, and heavenly
music cued in. Therefore, I looked at him questioningly and asked.
"Really? You want to help me be a better person?"
    "Only if you do. I like you the way you are,
and I googled you. Sorry, force of habit. Had a few crazy
girlfriends in my past; you think your Steve guy is crazy; I can
one up him. Besides I couldn't take you on Sunday to meet my
parents if I didn't. House rules for all of us kids. Besides, I
could do a little growing up on my own. Maybe we could help each
other out."
    I was shocked. Ok, not about the Google