You know how people in stories always talk about ominous feelings right before something bad happens? I'm sure you know exactly what I'm talking about, how it always comes when things are going so well for the hero/heroine, and even though they're so happy, they have this sick feeling that it's all going to come to an end? Right, that feeling.
Well it turns out I have no such sensitivity.
Um, anyway, I'll start at the beginning, you'll figure out what I mean soon enough.
We're on vacation in Poland. You might be thinking: What the hell? Poland? And at first, I probably would have agreed with you. Poland isn't exactly the dream destination for romance. But I like it.
And apparently, Curtis loves it.
"It's just so... homey." He says with a grin. "I remember last time I was in Poland was a lot less pleasant though..."
"Oh? When were you here last?" I ask.
Curtis ruffles my hair and laughs. He's still a bastard, even after we've been together for a year; he knows I can't resist a story. And he's never stopped taunting me with Jesus. "It was during the Nazi occupation..." He says, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"Don't tell me – Hitler was yours?"
Curtis laughs. "No, no one that big. Actually, now that you mention it... I wonder if Hitler was ever ours?"
I laugh and walk ahead of him. "Oh come on. Something as terrible as the Holocaust, are you telling me you people had nothing to do with it?"
Curtis just smiles that disgustingly smug smile of his and catches up to me without saying anything more on the matter.
We've been bumming around Europe for about a year now, after finally taking care of all that business back in America. I have to say, bumming around Europe suits me, though not as well as it suits Curtis. Nothing suits anyone as well as it suits Curtis. Everything will undoubtedly look better on him than it will on anyone else.
Anyway, rabid fan girl raving aside... I like this life a lot better than the one back in America. It's just the two of us, without ex's and family and devil-kind to worry about. Life with Curtis this past year has been very pleasant. I would say peaceful, but that's only in comparison to the life I was living in America. I don't think life with Curtis will ever be peaceful.
"It's getting late." Curtis says, looking at the sky. I look at him, standing under the streetlamp. He still looks strange to me without a cigarette in his mouth, but I've gotten used to it. I mean, he's still gorgeous, so who cares about a little stick of tobacco right?
"Earth to Josie."
"Eh?" I snap back to reality, only to find that reality is the same as my daydream. Who would have ever thought that I would be in this position?
"I'm sorry, is my beauty too much for you to handle?" Curtis asks, looking genuinely (and obviously not genuinely) concerned. "Should I look away so you can form coherent thoughts?"
"Ha ha... no." I say. "No need to look away you pompous ass."
"Pompous ass huh. Haven't heard that in a while."
"Well, if you like, I can call you pompous ass all the time. Everyday when you wake up, I can be there to remind you you are a pompous ass."
Curtis smiles. "Ok." He says. I don't know what to respond to that. Damn. He got the last word on me again. Someday I'll get him, someday...
"As I was saying..." He goes on, ignoring my plans for revenge. "It's getting late. Do you want to go out for drinks, or do you want to go back to our room?" He looks down at me with his smile and I pretty much melt. And he knows I'll do it too. He grins and wipes an invisible spot of drool off my chin. "The room then?"