That Boy

At one point, I turn back around toward Phillip, and I don't see him. I look over at our table, and I still don't see him.

Weird.

He must have gone to the bathroom.

The guys and I dance to a whole bunch of fun songs, and the waitress keeps coming around with these cool shots. Her serving tray has a bunch of glow in the dark necklaces on it, and you get one with each shot you order. She must be selling them well because the dance floor is glowing with them. Nearly everyone I see has at least one necklace on.

I've had two of them, I think.

I look down at my chest and see that I, do indeed, have on two necklaces, so I must have had two.

See. I'm not messed up.

The not gay after all guys order us another round when she comes by again.

I do one more shot, put on another necklace, excuse myself and head to the bathroom.

Why is it when you're in the bathroom at a bar, you suddenly realize just how screwed up you are?

The stall is spi

Disappeared.

Hmm. I wonder where Phillip has gone?

I think I will go and look for him.

I don't say goodbye to the not so gay guys and start off down the beach.

“Phillip. Oh, Philliipp. Where fore art thou, Phillllip?” I sing and dance my way across the sand.

Where am I going again?

Oh, yeah.

Find Phillip. Then what?

Take him back to my room.

Ooh, that sounds fun!

I think I see someone sitting on a beach chair up ahead of me and am surprised to find out that it is Phillip.

He's sitting in a beach chair.

Did I say that already?

Why is he doing that?

He is supposed to be dancing with me and having fun.

And I have been having so much fun.

“Philllippp! Oh, Philllipp, why are thou art out here, Philllipp?” I ask him, as I slide onto his lap and run my fingers through his hair.

I love Phillip's name. It just rolllls off my tongue.

I also feel very romantic.

Amazing how that happens after a whole bunch of drinks.

Maybe those glow in the dark shot thingys had love potion in them too.

“Why did you leave me, Philllippp?” I pout, while trying to look sexily at one of his eyes, but I keep seeing two. Well four total, actually.

That kind of looks freaky.

He must be drunk to look so bad.

“I didn't really feel like dancing with a crowd.”

I think Philllippp is mad at me. Why would he be mad at me when we're having so much fun?

I know what takes a guy's mind off being mad. Kisses.

So I kiss him, but he pushes me off his lap and stands up.

That's weird.

“JJ, I'm not going to do this. You don't want this or me. You made that painfully clear tonight, you didn't even try.”

“I did try, Philllipp! I was having a great time! You're the one who left me.”

I'm getting mad because he is speaking to me in a very accusatory tone.

Like I did something wrong.

He's the idiot who left me with two not so gay guys.

“Phillip, I don't get it. You say you want to be with me, but you leave me? You say you want to dance with me, but what? All of a sudden, we can't have fun and dance and party like we always do? It seems to me you haven't made much of an effort. And then after I come find you and kiss you, you get all pissy with me. I don't like it, Philllipp. I thought you wanted to kiss me, Philllippp.”

“I had a lot of fun with you today, JJ, but you totally blew it tonight. I thought that you wanted to be with me, only me.”

I look at both Phillips and say, “So that's what this is all about? You're on a jealous little rampage? Grow up, Philllipp.”

Good-bye, Philllippp.

I stumble away from him and run up the beach.

Why am I stumbling?

It must be these stupid sandals. They are giving me problems, and they must come off!

Now.

I sit in the sand, even though I'm getting my new dress all sandy. I take the stupid sandals off and throw them down the beach.

Phillip follows me, grabs each one of my sandals out of the sand and says, “You're picking a fight with me, JJ.”

What? Am I no longer Princess?

That's three JJs in a row and no one is even around.

“I'm not going to fight with you,” he continues.

Doesn't he know that I don't want to fight with him either? In fact, I want to do the exact opposite of that tonight.

But I don't tell him that because he's being a jerk.

“Why? Might you have to show some e-mo-tion?” I yell.

I get up and try to brush the sand off of my dress. “I'm through with this,” I say.

“Yeah, well I'm through with it too. This is your fault. I understand you wanted to have fun, but you're supposed to want to have fun with me, not other guys. You didn't even try. In fact, I think you were purposely trying to push me away. I'm the one who gives up.” He throws his hands up in the air.

He's very upset with me, I think.

And he's fighting with me.

Didn't he just tell me that he wasn't going to fight with me?

Is he drunk?

“You ever decide you want to try this for real, you know where to find me. It's your move,” he says, acting very crabby.

Then he walks away.

Hey! Wait! He's not supposed to leave me, he's supposed to kiss me!

I watch him walk further and further down the beach and notice that not once does he look back.

Oh, this is so not at all how I wanted this night to go.

I sit in the sand and sob.

Phillip comes back, either a few minutes or a few hours later. I'm really not sure.

I look up at him through mascara filled tears.

“Come on, Princess,” he sighs, as he scoops me up off the sand and carries me to my room. “I'm not going to be able to sleep, unless I know you're safe.”

My God! What is that noise?

I think someone is slamming a sledgehammer against my door.

Why are they doing that?

I practically fall out of bed and when I do, I am genuinely surprised to see that I'm still wearing my dress from last night. And it's all freaking sandy. What the hell did I do in the sand?

Whew. I feel a little fuzzy, but I must make that noise stop.

I look through the peephole in my door and see Da

“Jeez, Jay, you look like shit,” he says in a booming voice.

It hurts my head.

“Why are you still wearing that dress? Oh wow, did you just get back from Phillip's room?”

“Da

“Ok-ay,” he says more quietly, quickly appraising the situation and taking charge. “Go wash your face and get dressed.” He looks at my dress and says, “As in, not the dress you wore last night. I'm taking you to breakfast. You need to eat, take some Advil,” he looks at me with real concern, “and I hate to say it, but you may even need a drink. We've got less than an hour to get you ready to meet Lori.”

Oh God. I feel awful, but I do as I'm told, drag my butt out of bed and go into the bathroom.

I wash my face, brush my teeth and pull my hair back into a ponytail.

I have a sudden feeling of déjà vu. It's all very blurry, but I vaguely remember being in here last night with someone. Was it Phillip?

Was someone throwing up?

Was it me?

I think it was, and I think Phillip helped me get here.

So why am I wearing my dress?

Why isn't he here in bed with me?

I have a feeling that things didn't go exactly as I had pla