At least that’s what I’ve been telling myself since George walked into my life.
We bicker as much as we have each other’s backs.
So, she left to find herself and I feel like I can’t breathe without her.
It’s okay, it’s only temporary.
But when she walks back into my life, it’s on the arm of a stranger.
Seriously, I just realized I’m in love with her and she’s engaged?
I have six weeks to convince George we’re meant to be together—not only in the
kitchen or be forced to watch her marry another man.
Time is running out, and soon, she’ll be gone from my life.
I’m risking everything, will that be enough?
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invited me,” Megan said excitedly. “It might be the party of the year.”
like Union Square during New Year’s Eve.
everyone waiting for?
wasn’t worth the three-mile walk from our dorm to here.
alcohol tops it all. I didn’t get drunk with the first sip of a screwdriver; I
got a massive headache. This isn’t for me. The circle of girls gossiping about
everything as they wait to be swooped by some guy—not my scene.
done this for the past twelve hours? Chat about nonsense. This is why I don’t
have many friends. I was too busy with
my extracurricular activities that I skipped socializing 101. Give me a good
book to read. A movie to watch or a marathon on TBS or Nick at Nite to keep me
up all night. I suggest we leave, and what does roommate-dearest
say in response? “I’ll find you a place to crash.”
is dark but clean. I grab a sweatshirt and even a bear I find on the floor. It
only takes a few seconds for me to fall asleep. It is quiet, smells of
sandalwood and pine, and the sheets are soft.
is going well until the guy from the coffee shop wakes me up. I swear it feels
like a dream. A nightmare. But after we talk, I realize he’s not as bad as I
thought. He’s one of the good guys but likes to pretend he’s anything but.
food…who knew eggs could taste this great? In exchange for yet another plate, I
could offer to fix the light fixtures. This place is off code.
go, thinking like my father. Instead of teaching me construction, he should’ve
taught me how to socialize. I wish my aunts had been around more often during
my teenage years. I’d be a little cooler, or at least I’d know how to make
takes the empty plate from my hands and offers me some milk. I nod, that sounds
better than whatever they’re serving upstairs.
hard moving away from all your friends and family,” he says.
smile. I don’t make friends easily. Well, actually, I don’t make friends at
all. Dad and I have always been on the run. Running to school, running to a
construction site, running to tae kwon do, running to the grocery
never time to exchange more than a greeting and a weak how are you before I
have to go again.
spare time I help Dad around the house or at work. If I do the latter, it pays
for my knickknacks, and I get to spend time with him.
Dad and me,” I remind him.
family faded away after she died. Dad’s sisters stepped up, but now they have
their own families, so during my teenage years it was just the two of us.” I
drink some of the milk he poured me.
you?” I fire back without answering his question. And study him.
bad as I thought earlier. In fact, he’s very nice. And good looking. Tall,
mussed-up, dark hair, hazel eyes. Black t-shirt hugging his lean and defined
muscles. There’s a playful tug at the corner of his mouth, and I see a dimple
forming on the left side of his cheek.
on, but he’s he and well, I’m me.
author. She lives in Colorado, working for a small IT. She has three children
and manages a chaotic household of two confused dogs, and a wonderful husband
who shares her love of all things geek. To survive she works continually to
find purpose for the voices flitting through her head, plus she consumes high
quantities of chocolate to keep the last threads of sanity intact.