attend.
Occasionally she would grab a drink with Jason or Amy from work, because Dorian
usually spent his Fridays with whatever girl he was seeing at the moment. She
thought about calling Amari, but honestly didn’t feel like being bothered with
him. He was probably out already anyway.
She released a sigh and tapped her foot against the futon. She was
restless. And she knew why. Brian would be in Miami tomorrow. She’d woken up in
utter panic the day after he left. They’d kissed and nothing was going to be
the same again ever. Even now, she squeezed her eyes shut, her cheeks heating
at the way that she’d acted with him. In the nearly fifteen years she’d been
friends with him, they’d never even remotely come close to crossing the line.
And now… well, she didn’t even know.
Her phone buzzed and she reached blindly for it under the futon
where she had dropped it earlier. She brought it close to her face and read the
text.
“ Gangstas don’t die they get
chubby and they move to Miami, I moved to Miami…”
She laughed aloud, even as her heart started beating faster. She
wondered if Brian was actually already in town. He wasn’t supposed to be
arriving until Saturday. She quickly returned the text.
“Brian. Don’t ever quote Lil
Wayne to me ever again in life. Seriously. Ever. Where are you?”
She lay flat on her back still staring at the ceiling, trying to
will her breathing to slow the hell down. She’d decided earlier in the week,
after he’d called her and talked to her like nothing had happened, that she
would just try to keep it casual too. Maybe they could pretend like they hadn’t
mauled each other in New Orleans. She still couldn’t believe they’d kissed. It
was a drunken kiss in the middle of the club, but they’d kissed. Their
relationship thrived on the fact that no lines were ever crossed. That they
were really just friends, no matter what anyone else assumed. But now that
wasn’t the case. They’d kissed and things were going to be weird between them.
Her phone rang and she
saw his name pop up on the screen.
“Since when don’t you
like Lil Wayne?” Brian asked the second she answered.
“Are you here?” she asked, ignoring him.
“Yep, got here a couple of hours ago.”
He had rented a truck and driven down from Phoenix. She was
supposed to be going over to Dorian’s to help him set up when he got into town
Saturday. She sat up on the futon and frowned at the blank TV screen.
“Me and D and Nathan just finished moving everything in.”
“Oh, okay” she said, lying back down on her back. Nathan was
Dorian’s co-worker and he hung out with them a lot. She looked at the ceiling,
willing her heart to be calm. This wasn’t so bad. Maybe they really could
pretend like nothing happened.
“You’re probably tired,” she said, biting her lip.
“Actually, I’m kinda
wired.”
She sat up again, and
swung her legs off of the futon.
“Really?” she asked disbelievingly. He’d just driven for two days
and he was wired?
“Yeah, kinda. What are you doing?”
“Just sitting here, bored out of my mind.”
“Feel like going out?”
“Where?” she asked warily, standing and walking down her narrow
hallway toward her bedroom, passing the pint-sized kitchen on her left and
bathroom on her right. Her place was really small, but comfortable.
She flicked the light on in her room, bent over and picked up a
pair of shorts she’d lazily thrown on the floor, tossing them in the laundry
basket that was sitting in her open closet.
“Does it matter?” he asked, chuckling. “You should just be excited
to see me.”
She rolled her eyes. “You know I am overwhelmingly, exceptionally,
super-duper, extra excited to see you, Brian,” she said exaggeratedly. “I’ve
spent all week doing nothing but eagerly anticipating your arrival.”
He laughed. “Good.”
“So, where are you trying to go?” she asked, perching herself on
the edge of her bed.
“Dorian said
Occasionally she would grab a drink with Jason or Amy from work, because Dorian
usually spent his Fridays with whatever girl he was seeing at the moment. She
thought about calling Amari, but honestly didn’t feel like being bothered with
him. He was probably out already anyway.
She released a sigh and tapped her foot against the futon. She was
restless. And she knew why. Brian would be in Miami tomorrow. She’d woken up in
utter panic the day after he left. They’d kissed and nothing was going to be
the same again ever. Even now, she squeezed her eyes shut, her cheeks heating
at the way that she’d acted with him. In the nearly fifteen years she’d been
friends with him, they’d never even remotely come close to crossing the line.
And now… well, she didn’t even know.
Her phone buzzed and she reached blindly for it under the futon
where she had dropped it earlier. She brought it close to her face and read the
text.
“ Gangstas don’t die they get
chubby and they move to Miami, I moved to Miami…”
She laughed aloud, even as her heart started beating faster. She
wondered if Brian was actually already in town. He wasn’t supposed to be
arriving until Saturday. She quickly returned the text.
“Brian. Don’t ever quote Lil
Wayne to me ever again in life. Seriously. Ever. Where are you?”
She lay flat on her back still staring at the ceiling, trying to
will her breathing to slow the hell down. She’d decided earlier in the week,
after he’d called her and talked to her like nothing had happened, that she
would just try to keep it casual too. Maybe they could pretend like they hadn’t
mauled each other in New Orleans. She still couldn’t believe they’d kissed. It
was a drunken kiss in the middle of the club, but they’d kissed. Their
relationship thrived on the fact that no lines were ever crossed. That they
were really just friends, no matter what anyone else assumed. But now that
wasn’t the case. They’d kissed and things were going to be weird between them.
Her phone rang and she
saw his name pop up on the screen.
“Since when don’t you
like Lil Wayne?” Brian asked the second she answered.
“Are you here?” she asked, ignoring him.
“Yep, got here a couple of hours ago.”
He had rented a truck and driven down from Phoenix. She was
supposed to be going over to Dorian’s to help him set up when he got into town
Saturday. She sat up on the futon and frowned at the blank TV screen.
“Me and D and Nathan just finished moving everything in.”
“Oh, okay” she said, lying back down on her back. Nathan was
Dorian’s co-worker and he hung out with them a lot. She looked at the ceiling,
willing her heart to be calm. This wasn’t so bad. Maybe they really could
pretend like nothing happened.
“You’re probably tired,” she said, biting her lip.
“Actually, I’m kinda
wired.”
She sat up again, and
swung her legs off of the futon.
“Really?” she asked disbelievingly. He’d just driven for two days
and he was wired?
“Yeah, kinda. What are you doing?”
“Just sitting here, bored out of my mind.”
“Feel like going out?”
“Where?” she asked warily, standing and walking down her narrow
hallway toward her bedroom, passing the pint-sized kitchen on her left and
bathroom on her right. Her place was really small, but comfortable.
She flicked the light on in her room, bent over and picked up a
pair of shorts she’d lazily thrown on the floor, tossing them in the laundry
basket that was sitting in her open closet.
“Does it matter?” he asked, chuckling. “You should just be excited
to see me.”
She rolled her eyes. “You know I am overwhelmingly, exceptionally,
super-duper, extra excited to see you, Brian,” she said exaggeratedly. “I’ve
spent all week doing nothing but eagerly anticipating your arrival.”
He laughed. “Good.”
“So, where are you trying to go?” she asked, perching herself on
the edge of her bed.
“Dorian said
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