I never really saw Jake as anything other than a boss and a good lay. He has been there for me more than a few times and I guess some sort of a connection formed as a result. Annoying as he is, I know I'm able to count on him. Now especially since I don't really have anyone else in my life. Luke and I still haven't reached that point yet and who even knows where Katie is? Maybe what formed was some sort of a friendship, a friendship with some added benefits. But why is my heart heavy when he tells me he's seeing someone? Why don't I hug and congratulate him instead of just saying, "Oh"?
"Yea," he replies simply to me and we just stand there awkwardly for a while. I think he feels it too, the heaviness. He looks like he wants to apologize to me but also, he looks like he wants to tell me he doesn't owe me an explanation. Which he doesn't. We're not anything to each other.
<I've never liked amusement parks.Mostly because I don't have the greatest experiences with them, but also because I'm terrified of heights. When mom and I would go with my school back in the day, I'd always got on the smaller, less terrifying rides. That was only when I'd even agreed to get on the rides to start with. Mom would force me or bribe me with candy for that to happen. I'd usually preferred to go wherever she was going, to her utter dismay.I never went back to the park after her death, for various reasons."I'm going to kill you," I say to the crazy man as we make our way through the giant gates of my least favorite place on the planet. He knows this because I told him, many times.So when I stand tall w
I've never in my life seen him so broken.I've said this too many times, he's the strongest person I know.Someone could literally cut off his leg and he'll just smile and say, 'it's ok, it was a mistake'. That's how bad it was.It's extremely rare to see him tearing up in pain, so rare that I don't even know what to do or say to him to make him feel better as it almost never happens.I enter the house that's now become my second home and immediately make my way into his bedroom. I know there are people around but I don't even bother to go and greet them. My friend needs me and I need to be there for him.I enter
"I can't lose her." Is all his lips seem to be able to utter as he drunkly straddles himself on the couch."You're not going to." I say to him again that afternoon as I finish up making him something to eat.I'd decided to make his favorite meal in hopes it'll make him feel a little better. I let the bacon get extra crispy and even let it burn a little. Just the way he likes it.I then put the buttered toast, eggs and bacon on a plate before making my way to him. I put his meal on the table then head to the kitchen again to refill his glass of water."There." I say handing it to him and he wastes no time downing it. I know he had weed too because he's really thirsty. He then grabs his plate to start stuffing his fac
"I'm sorry," is the first thing I say when he finally answers the phone. I called him three times and he's only answering now. He must be upset."Hey Mia, are you okay? You had me worried sick. You left in such a rush I thought something happened," I can't help but smile at his worried tone. I feel like such a bigger ass now for not saying anything to him when I left."I'm great yes. I thought you were mad at me. I'm so sorry for leaving like that. You've gotta let me make it up to you!" I say dramatically."I got your missed calls. I had meetings sorry. And yes, you owe me big time." He says in exaggeration.I got home this morning from Tristan's place then immediately showered to head to work. I needed to be at th
"Let's talk about your grandparents."I was wondering when we were going to get to that.Cruella de Vil and her husband, I'd used to call them. Not just because of their personalities. Grandma had so many surgeries in her life she literally looked like her.Grandpa wasn't bad. He just married bad, I actually felt bad for him. We always had great convos whenever grandma wasn't around but it was like he was afraid of her because he would turn into her whenever she was around."Uhhh... My favorite people!" My sarcasm is really evident because Dr Moyo chuckles."They used to travel a lot. And they had a lot of money." They had seven houses in this country alone.
"She hasn't come home."It's been two weeks now. I have a long pending conversation I need to have with him. But only after his wife has come back home. I'm not a horrible person.The girl was supposed to have been back a week ago already, now I'm running out of time because Luke is getting fed up. He's getting fed up that our dinner dates and lunches are being cut short every time because of Tristan's constant meltdowns.He'd been really upset with me when I cancelled our dinner plans last week after I'd gotten a call from Tristan. I'd texted him that evening saying,'Hey, something urgent just came up. I'm sorry but I have to cancel.'That was about ten minutes after I'd texted,
"Are you ready?"I'm not. But it's too late to turn back now. This has to happen! It's been way long overdue."Yea." I say with a sigh then he opens the car door and I mimic him.I feel my heart beating a mile a minute as we make our way towards the foyer of the familiar house I'd hated with a passion. I'd practiced for days what I was going to say but my mind seems to be void of words right now.The walk to the door feels like an eternity but we soon get there and he insists on ringing the door bell. I let him, just like I let him hold my hand to calm me down as we wait for someone to open.He's done the whole hand holding thing with me so many times that I ex
Jonny Marina was Tristan's best friend before I came and took over.He was the second most popular boy in school and the co-captain of the soccer team, alongside Tristan. They'd been inseparable, until he started hanging out with me.So it should hardly come as a surprise that he didn't like me. Tristan stopped meeting up with them like they'd used to before to instead hang out with me. And well, it didn't sit right with him. Understandably.They still remained friends though. They didn't hang out a lot anymore but I knew Tristan still really cared about him as they'd known each other since they were kids.It took him a while but eventually he'd warmed up to me. I wouldn't say we became friends, we just stopped hati