◦◦ Sawyer ◦◦
SMS: Alright, I think you’ve been salty over what happened Thursday night long enough. Don’t you? Get it out of your system and text me back already. It’s been almost a week dude, let’s hash it out in person if that’s easier. We aren’t 18 anymore though, so grow up!
I quickly texted Erin as Kate and I anxiously endured the line to ride this massive multi-colored hot air balloon I booked for our first date, letting out a haughty sigh before shoving my phone in the front pocket of my jeans with a slight frown.
Since Friday morning, I’ve sent over a dozen messages and received jack shit in response. My peace making invitation for a impromptu movie night went ignored even, and Erin never passes those up unless she’s had a rough day at work and wants to veg out alone. If my homemade buttered popcorn and an icy cherry Coca Cola wasn’t enticing enough, she must be a hell o
♬ Blythe ° One week later Short notice giving morons; Why would they book my flight the morning before I’m supposed to be working on this project? I’ve ONLY been asking for more information on next steps all month. The tranquil dinner rendezvous for one I’d been enjoying at a local bistro was cut short about twenty minutes ago, a mild irritation considering I haven’t gotten much time for myself in weeks. I’m not usually the type to discuss private or business affairs while out in public, and even if I were, I knew I needed to get back home to prepare. Still wearing my plain black t-shirt and matching slacks, I hadn't even stopped to change. I’d much rather be munching on my ruben sandwich that’s now sitting in a to-go container on the kitchen counter than rushing around like a crazy person, but this is what I get for making myself readily available for assignments. “Are you there, hon? I think I
◦◦ Sawyer ◦◦ The next afternoon Fuck, 1:30 P.M. I hope I’m not too late. After dropping Kate off at Naples beach for one of her bi-monthly mandatory safety meetings, I hastily drove all the way to the coffee shop chain Erin manages so I could catch her in person before she left for the day. We needed to talk.STAT;I wasn’t willing to waitanylonger. Erin is slippery when she doesn’t want to be found. Unfortunately for her however, I’m better at this hide and seek shit than she is. I was hoping it wouldn’t come to me having to track her down, but this is the longest we’ve gone without speaking and I’ve had quite enough of what I perceived to be an undeserved silence. I slid out of my turquoise Porsche 718 Cayman in a hurry, ripping the newish black Oakley sunglasses I’d been wearing away from my face as I jogged up to ‘Fifth Avenue Coffee Company & 6t
❀ Kate ❀ Four days later SMS:Hey, I just got here. Is the door unlocked? I brought the groceries you asked for and thought we could talk about my competition. We should go over your and dad's flight details, if you’re feeling up for it. Sitting in my parent’s narrow driveway, I took a second to breathe after running aroundliterally all dayand shot a quick text to my mom. Something seemed off about our brief phone conversation during lunch hour this afternoon, but I reminded myself of her unpredictable nature to keep myself from obsessing. Mom barely responded, and sounded distracted when shedidacknowledge whatever I was saying at that moment. I started to tell her about Sawyer, but stopped when I realized she couldn’t give me the maternal affirmations I craved after the fact. It’s something I’ve come to accept; She hasn’t been the sa
❀ Kate ❀ I studied Sawyer’s beautiful face with caution while she waited on an explanation I wasn’t sure how to give. She was glaring pointedly, sapphire hued passion radiating from her pained eyes as each agonizing second ticked by. Everything from the perplexed crease in my girlfriend’s blonde brow, to the way she rested her chin against the palm of her hand exhumed an impatience I’ve come to expect out of Sawyer Driscoll. It was among one of her more irritating personality traits. The one I’m having the hardest time dealing with at the moment is her tendency of doing whatever the hell she wants without consulting those involved first. Who the fuck justbuysa plane ticket out of nowhere like that!?- “Well? Aren’t you going to answer me?” Sawyer snapped suddenly, raising her wine glass so she could take a hearty drink. The question was spoken with disdain, and I started experiencing mixed emotions while racking my brain for somet
♬ Blythe ° The next evening “Hey! Welcome to ‘All Five Inside’. First time here?” Jesus, what a name for a lesbian bar; Are the fingers included?A familiar voice echoed inside my mind, itching for fun ways to irk me as usual. I was quick to show Nixx my mild irritation.Really? What do you think, smart ass!? Giggling, that annoying fuckinggigglingwas going to put me six feet under.It was a good question! Lighten up a little, Blythe. I’d not had three seconds to ease into a vacant bar stool near the end of the long counter I was resting my arms against, when an occupied looking bartender reached over politely to hand me a paper menu. Ignoring my alter’s mischievous mood, I cast a curious eye at the curvy carrot top who already seemed like she hadwaytoo much to do before I popped in. Poor frazzled girl’s silver
◦◦ Sawyer ◦◦ Forty Five Minutes later “Yousureyou’re ready for this, Sawyer?” Blythe challenged with a competitive smirk over the club’s blaring music almost an hour into making each other’s acquaintance. Positioned between her thumb and forefinger was a simple glinting quarter I’d happily provided at her request, which she prepared to spin on the marbled counter in front of our eyes. “We’re neck and neck...this is the deciding game; Remember what’s at stake!” Oh, I hadn’t forgotten and was looking forward to emerging victorious. Most of the crowd malingering around from earlier dispersed onto the epic dance floor or elsewhere entirely, leaving Blythe and I pretty much alone—inches away from touching elbows and partaking in several outlandish drinking contests. In between, we'd been discussing her exciting life in Brooklyn and the beauty of Classical music. Secretly, I used to love when m
◦◦ Sawyer ◦◦ Fifteen Years Ago, Naples Florida “Oh shoot, I better get home. My moms gonna kill me if I’m late again. Bye, Sawyer!” I looked up from the chalk drawing Chelsea and I had been working on together for the last four hours and frowned with confusion. “Really? But the street lights haven’t even come on yet!” She gave me an apologetic smile and swung her bright pink Mismo backpack over a shoulder. Brunette curls began bouncing as she briskly walked away from where I still knelt on the sidewalk. “I’ll see if I can stay longer tomorrow, and we’ll finish it. Okay?” Well I guess that wouldn’t be too bad, I’m getting hungry anyway and mom promised she’d be home to cook tonight. I stood up with a hopeful half smile and cupped my hands over my mouth so Chelsea could hear me better. “I’ll hold you to it! Same place, after school.” “Yep!” My friend quipped back with that carefree wave
♬ Blythe ° An hour later “That’ll be...$30.16, please.” The young twenty something holding my and Sawyer’s greasy brown take-out bag, consisting of two Philly cheese steak sandwiches and a large order of crinkle cut french fries, peered at his receipt tapped onto the front of it as if to double-check my total. Sounds about right; Eating out isn’t cheap. I nodded agreeably and handed over a crisp $50.00 dollar bill. As we were making the exchange, he started unzipping the company owned bright red pouch around his waist. “How much back?” I’d really like to thank this graveyard employee properly, but I don’t see a name badge anywhere. I waved him off kindly with a small smile. “That’s all you, thanks for making the run so late. Have a good night.” Aside from a handful of nearby pizzerias, there didn’t seem to be many other options, and Sawyer loves this place so I figured we better go with i