My boyfriend slashed one of my car tires.
I didn't realise it at first. I had the day off work and we'd been lazing together in our seasonable bed, when he suggested we go out for lunch. Now my boyfriend is many things but keen to leave the house he is not. He likes to be at home, tinkering in the shed and whatnot. I should have been suspicious but it had been such a hazy dreamy morning that I just wanted to spend time with him before Monday morning ruined it all.
It took some time to get out of the house though, because as I was brushing my hair he commented on how it was all lit up from behind by the sun and the look in his eyes simply had to be kissed away.
Can you blame me?
Anyway we got to the car eventually, although he had to rush back into the house to get his wallet. I tried to protest, I could pay, but he insisted. That's when I noticed the tire. At first it only seemed like a flat tire but as I knelt in the autumn debris I saw the hole. I swore.
"What's up babe?" - he was coming down the path from the house jangling his keys and I sighed. "There's a hole in this tire. We're not going anywhere today. I'll have to call Davy's."
He bent down and examined the tire for a while before sighing too, a little over dramatically. "You're right." he said pensively, before adding; "Oh well, look on the bright side!" he smiled at me and it almost made me forget my annoyance. Almost. He walked to the garage and opened the door as I muttered to myself.
"What bright side? What is the bright side to this situation?" I grumbled, exasperated by his grin as he returned with a jack and a cross wrench. I idly wondered why I didn't know we even had them until this moment, but didn't bring it up.
"I didn't mean the situation, I meant the tire."
I rolled my eyes at his antics but he knelt down next to me, nudging me aside. I stood up and brushed the crumbled leaves and pebble dust off of my shiny pink hands onto my jeans. "Are you changing the tire?" I asked, incredulous. He just laughed in response. "Do you know how?!" he continued to laugh as he set up the jack. I guess he did. "Another thing I didn't know about you" I chuckled.
"There's lots of things you don't know about - me" he said. Squeezing the last word out as he pulled off the hub cap. I allowed my eyes to watch his shoulder blades move under his light sweater.
"Oh yeah? Like what?" I asked.
He laughed again and I couldn't help but smile. So we couldn't go to the coffee shop, who cares? We were together and having fun. Kind of.
"Liiike, I don't know how to use the printer"
It was my turn to laugh "You think I don't know that? You hit it! While I'm sleeping!"
When we finished laughing he pulled the tire off the car and rolled it onto the lawn out of his way, almost hitting me. I squealed and he continued "and like I purposefully learned how to change the tires when Davy put on those omnidirectionals. Mainly because I was Googling to find out what the hell it meant and why it cost an extra £60!" I snorted. "and like that I still think you are beautiful"
Stood in front of me with greasy hands I still had to kiss him, but when he lifted his hands to put them on my waist I squealed again and backed up. "Tire mister!" I reminded him. I was quite enjoying watching him work with his hands. It was different to how I usually thought of him, and kind of sexy.
He grumbled about deserving more kisses for his compliment all the way to the garage to roll out a spare tire. Did we buy a spare tire? I didn't remember. Maybe he took it out of the boot when we went to visit Jeremy and his kids. "and I like the bathroom in that duck egg blue colour".
"I knew it! I knew you'd like it eventually! I told you it had enough green in it for you. It makes the place look clean but friendly!" I was delighted. We had been arguing about the Robin Egg Blue for months. "much better than plain ol' white" I added, settling our argument with a smirk. He continued to laugh good-naturedly.
"You're in a good mood" I noted as he dropped a nut under the car and tried to fish it out with the wrench. He was. He was changing a tire but cracking jokes like we were still in bed. "I am" he replied simply. That was all. I picked up another nut and held my palm upwards beside him so he wouldn't lose the last one as he finally reclaimed the lost one from under the car. "Thanks" he smiled. I smiled back. "and yes, I'm in a good mood. Another thing you didn't know about me." I giggled as he took the final nut and finished with the wheel.
"That didn't take long" I remarked.
"You know what else you don't know about me?" he said, pulling the hub cap along the driveway and then lifting it up to the new tire. "That you are incredibly handy?" I asked, watching. "Handsy?" he smirked naughtily and I felt a shiver run through me, but he was joking and so we laughed again. Today was such a good day. It was so nice to have someone who you could smile with even when crappy things happened. As he stood up I caught him and wrapped my arms around his neck. I almost didn't even mind when his arms wrapped round my waist and covered my jacket in grease. I kissed him to thank him for the tire.
"and I'm hilarious" he added between kisses. I nodded in agreement.
"and an optimist" he muttered again. I chuckled and pulled back to look up into his eyes "oh yeah? About what?"
"Nothing in particular, I just always look on the bright side. You should look on the bright side" he told me, looking serious all of a sudden. I couldn't stop smiling though, and kissed him again.
"I'm serious" he said, pushing me away gently but firmly. He nodded towards the torn tire on our lawn "look on the bright side"
"No overpriced coffee?" I asked with a grin.
He chuckled but shook his head, I hazarded another guess "We could go back to bed and forget the whole lunch thing altogether?"
He laughed and stroked his thumb over my cheek for a second - immediately pulling back as grease smudged into my skin. I rubbed my cheek and feigned exasperation.
"I give up" I said, letting the pretense drop and smiling at his boyish antics again. "What did you mean?"
He walked me backwards to the discarded tire and kissed me beside it. I was just starting to wonder what the hell was wrong with him when he whispered against my lips; "Look on the bright side", and this time when I pulled away in confusion he nodded at the tire meaningfully. I looked at it. It was dirty and muddy all over. There was no bright side.
I probably looked as confused as I felt because he sighed himself, growing antsy waiting for my brain to catch up with his meaning. "The bright side! Turn it over, look on the bright side!"
He was mad. Definitely mad. I laughed and decided to play along with his madness. Maybe he would tell me what he was thinking. I pushed the tire with my foot but it didn't budge, so in the end I bent down and heaved it over. The other side was less dirty but still quite grimy, but in the middle it had obviously been cleaned recently. The metal shone dully and with the sun shimmering over the reflective surface the words written on the tire were quite clear; "Will you marry me?"
I looked up at him in shock and he shrugged self consciously and said "You gotta look on the bright side".
I could have killed him
but instead I married the romantic idiot.