Lubita Love Stories

Hillside Park

“Are you kidding me?” I squinted in anger, and he blinked at me, confused.

“What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me. That’s the dumbest thing I ever heard.”

“Well, excuse me for wanting to actually do something nice for our anniversary.”

“Yes, Roger, going out to a restaurant would be nice. Or maybe ice skating. Or dinner and a movie. But staying home and playing video games all day? How is that remotely special?”

“We get to spend time together. We’d have fun. I mean, we never play anymore. We never just sit at home and be together anymore. We always have to go out somewhere.”

This went on for a while. We’ve been fighting so often, lately. Always about the same thing, too. I wanted to go out for our anniversary. We’ve been together for two years. Why is it so bad that I want to celebrate it? 

They always end the same way. He comes up with some insensitive excuse to stay at home instead, I storm out, and then we end up going out anyway. But when we go out after fighting about it, it’s just not the same. I always give him this look of “is this really so bad?” and he just constantly looks down and refuses to remotely enjoy himself. We don’t talk much. We try to finish our food, or focus on the movie as much and fast as possible so we can get it over with. It’s just not the same. I miss our romantic dates. Those “staring into each other’s eyes with bliss” moments, while caressing each other’s hands in the middle of the table. I guess that only happens in movies.

“Whatever, okay.” I said, completely in tears. “If you don’t want to make an effort to celebrate two years of staying with me, then I don’t give a crap either.”

“Fine.” Here we are again. I stormed out, slamming the door behind me and wiping my tears with the back of my wrist. It was just past 11pm, so there wasn’t anybody around. The clicking of my heels was the only sound in the darkness.

I always went to the same place after storming out; Hillside Park. It’s a small park only a block away from our tiny excuse for a house. It took me a mere minute to get there. I had a spot, too. A bench behind the swings. It was the same spot I’d always go. I’d sit there and think for hours.

I crossed my legs and wiped the remaining wetness off of my cheek. I breathed and let out a deep sigh, staring off into the trees surrounding the park. I felt a tickle on the exposed part of my foot, and instantly moved it in fear of it being a spider. I hate spiders.

It wasn’t a spider, though. It was a fluffy, palm-sized, snow-white kitten. It was brushing against my foot. Luckily, I jerked my foot in the opposite direction so I didn’t hit it. It looked up at me with huge, black eyes and stared.

“Hello…” I said. 

“Mew!” It replied. It stayed staring at me for a second, then jumped up onto the bench next to me and cried again.

“You smell like poop.” I said. She was cute, but still a dirty stray. She smelled terrible.

“That’s what I’m going to name you; poop. Hello, Poop.”

“Mew!” She replied. I laughed at her reply. She was starting to cheer me up. I played with her for a while then, until she got too tired and just sat there on my lap to stare at me. Why did she stare at me all the time? It boggled my mind.

It started to get really late, and I realized I’d have to go back home and go on with this general post-fighting routine soon. I sighed.

“So, Poop, I have this problem.” I began. Her ears perked up when I said her name. I guess she was starting to like it.

“Roger and I have been dating for two years tomorrow. Two whole years! It’s worth a celebration, right?” She just blinked at me, but I continued.

“I suggested going to The Lighthouse Diner for dinner, and then maybe going somewhere else after. A movie, ice skating, or simply taking a walk somewhere beautiful. He didn’t like that very much. Instead, he suggested staying home in our sweats playing a few rounds of Halo and Crazy Taxi. Tell me, which one sounds more romantic and celebratory to you? Huh?”

“Mew!” She answered.

“Exactly! It’s just, I don’t know what’s wrong with him sometimes.”

“Mew!”

“I mean, he is out of line, right?”

“Mew…” She started to close her eyes. She was completely worn out from playing so much, still. I thought about my whole situation. I thought about the fight, my plan, Roger’s plan, everything.

“Do you think maybe he just wants to spend more time with me?” She gripped my pants with her claw. I took it as a yes.

“Maybe you’re right, Poop. Maybe he just wants more alone time with me. We do go out a lot…maybe a little too much. I guess I’ve been a little out of line. He’s kind of right when he says we never just stay home and play video games anymore. Hmm.” I thought it over. I figured that he’s right. And it’s me who’s been insensitive. 

I decided it was time to go home.

“Thank you, Poop.” I said, as I slid my hand underneath her and placed her on the bench. She didn’t move an inch. She just lied there asleep. I left Hillside, and started my one minute walk home.

When I closed the door behind me, Roger stood up from the couch to greet me.

“It’s one in the morning.” He said. Wow, I had no idea how much time had past. I guess I spent more time than I had thought talking to Poop. I grinned at his worried look.

“It’s alright babe. You were right.”

“Well, I have a watch for a reason.”

“No, I mean about earlier. We go out too much, and I never spend time alone with you anymore. I think staying home and playing video games sounds like a perfect anniversary date.” He smiled, and I returned it. He walked over to me and placed his arms around my waist while planting a kiss on my lips.

“What changed your mind?” He asked, still grinning.

“Poop.” I said.

“What?”

“You heard me. Poop.”

-xLLSx-

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