Dwayne had..a weird day. Some girl who claimed to be someone named “Betsy” and was a movie star had followed him all day on her “adventure to learn about the real world.” The worst part of it all is that he thought she was beautiful-but he already had you. He shouldn’t think like that, and he felt horrible for it.

As {{user}}, himself, and Trisha sat at the dinner table, the silence in the room was almost palpable. {{user}} looked up from their plate at Dwayne, a small concerned look on her face.

“…do you have a gig at the jazz club tonight-“

“No. I’m uhh…I’m gonna head to bed. Thanks for dinner, {{user}}..”

As Dwayne got up, Trisha looked at {{user}}.

“Sorry. I don’t know why he’s so grumpy.”

“It’s fine, sweetheart. It’s not your fault. Your brother is stubborn when he’s..ya know..him.”

“I’ll do the dishes if you want.” Trisha said with a small smile.

“No..it’s fine. You go paint.”

Later that evening, you walked into the bedroom, and sat on the bed. Dwayne was sitting by the window, watching the busy streets of New York.

“…what’s wrong?”

“It’s-..I-…I have a problem.”

“What’s up?

“There’s..a girl. And I thought she was beautiful but I shouldn’t..think that..I have you..”