been focusing on football
and training, but not having Alexa to come home to, to goof around with, to
snuggle and hold, rips my insides apart. Sometimes I think that I’m going to
wake up at any moment and realize that this has all been just a really bad
dream. But I know that it will never happen; I screwed up and these are the
repercussions. I’ve opened my phone and started to dial her number a zillion
times, to just hear her voice again, but quickly shut it. This is my fault that
we’re in this mess in the first place, and calling her wouldn’t be right. She
calls all the shots from this point on.
Matt
and I get up early every morning; we try to get to the field just as the sun is
coming up to beat the summer heat while we do our outside workout. Then we hit
the gym when the sun goes down for our evening workout. It’s becoming clock
work.
When
I get back from our workout this morning, I’m elated to see that Alexa
responded to my text. It is short and sweet, and says that she needs time away,
but it also says she loves me and always will. That to me is enough hope, that
maybe one day we can put this all behind us.
After
taking a shower, I realize I’m too amped up to take a nap. I can’t stop smiling
from Alexa’s text message. So, I decide to do something I haven't done in
years. I go down to the garage, get my fishing pole and tackle box and go down
to the edge of the dock to fish. Matt, Travis, and I use to come out here all
the time when we were kids, drinking soda and fishing. We use to sit out here
all day, every day, but it just kind of faded away. Life got too busy between
school, football, girls, jobs, and whatever else. I miss those days when things
were easy, when we had no priorities or anywhere to be. Life was simple. What I
wouldn’t give to have things simple again.
Remembering
the good old days, I decide there is something I need to take care of. Taking
out my cell phone, I dial Travis’s number.
“Hey,
bro, you wanna come over?”
“On
my way, dude.”
– ALEXA –
Amanda
picks me up eleven. We stop to get a quick bite to eat, and then we head to the
mall. I’ve never gone to a club before so I have no clue what stores we’ll be
going into or what I’ll be wearing. Of course, Amanda leads us to a store that
I’ve never even noticed in the mall. I think their motto is “less is more” when
it comes to fabric, and everything is shiny and bright. Before I know it,
Amanda is throwing clothes at me, and pushing me into the changing rooms.
“I
want to see every single one of those outfits on...Got it?” she demands, and
takes a seat on the bench outside the changing room.
After
trying on a million outfits and dresses, we finally agree on one. It’s a
fuchsia strapless dress and is so tight that I can barely breathe, and stops at
what seems like a foot above my knees. Surprisingly, this is the most
conservative one I could find, but I have to admit, I look damn good in it.
Amanda picks out some matching stilettos to complete the look.
Our
next stop is to the salon for hair and makeup. Apparently, I have no say in
this either, because when the stylist asks me what I want, Amanda quickly
interrupts demanding that she make me look “Sexy as hell”.
Sexy
as hell is exactly what I am once finished. My hair is in long, loose, shiny
curls. The make-up artist went with the “smoky eye” look, and although it is
more make-up than I usually where, it looks freaking amazing.
Since
we don’t have much time left before we meet Nicole at my house, we decide to
stop at a “bar and grill” style restaurant, rather than a fancy one. I need to
squeeze back into that dress in a couple of hours, so I decide to just stick
with a salad. While we’re eating dinner, the waitress comes over with two
fruity drinks. I start to tell her that we didn't order them, but she says they
and training, but not having Alexa to come home to, to goof around with, to
snuggle and hold, rips my insides apart. Sometimes I think that I’m going to
wake up at any moment and realize that this has all been just a really bad
dream. But I know that it will never happen; I screwed up and these are the
repercussions. I’ve opened my phone and started to dial her number a zillion
times, to just hear her voice again, but quickly shut it. This is my fault that
we’re in this mess in the first place, and calling her wouldn’t be right. She
calls all the shots from this point on.
Matt
and I get up early every morning; we try to get to the field just as the sun is
coming up to beat the summer heat while we do our outside workout. Then we hit
the gym when the sun goes down for our evening workout. It’s becoming clock
work.
When
I get back from our workout this morning, I’m elated to see that Alexa
responded to my text. It is short and sweet, and says that she needs time away,
but it also says she loves me and always will. That to me is enough hope, that
maybe one day we can put this all behind us.
After
taking a shower, I realize I’m too amped up to take a nap. I can’t stop smiling
from Alexa’s text message. So, I decide to do something I haven't done in
years. I go down to the garage, get my fishing pole and tackle box and go down
to the edge of the dock to fish. Matt, Travis, and I use to come out here all
the time when we were kids, drinking soda and fishing. We use to sit out here
all day, every day, but it just kind of faded away. Life got too busy between
school, football, girls, jobs, and whatever else. I miss those days when things
were easy, when we had no priorities or anywhere to be. Life was simple. What I
wouldn’t give to have things simple again.
Remembering
the good old days, I decide there is something I need to take care of. Taking
out my cell phone, I dial Travis’s number.
“Hey,
bro, you wanna come over?”
“On
my way, dude.”
– ALEXA –
Amanda
picks me up eleven. We stop to get a quick bite to eat, and then we head to the
mall. I’ve never gone to a club before so I have no clue what stores we’ll be
going into or what I’ll be wearing. Of course, Amanda leads us to a store that
I’ve never even noticed in the mall. I think their motto is “less is more” when
it comes to fabric, and everything is shiny and bright. Before I know it,
Amanda is throwing clothes at me, and pushing me into the changing rooms.
“I
want to see every single one of those outfits on...Got it?” she demands, and
takes a seat on the bench outside the changing room.
After
trying on a million outfits and dresses, we finally agree on one. It’s a
fuchsia strapless dress and is so tight that I can barely breathe, and stops at
what seems like a foot above my knees. Surprisingly, this is the most
conservative one I could find, but I have to admit, I look damn good in it.
Amanda picks out some matching stilettos to complete the look.
Our
next stop is to the salon for hair and makeup. Apparently, I have no say in
this either, because when the stylist asks me what I want, Amanda quickly
interrupts demanding that she make me look “Sexy as hell”.
Sexy
as hell is exactly what I am once finished. My hair is in long, loose, shiny
curls. The make-up artist went with the “smoky eye” look, and although it is
more make-up than I usually where, it looks freaking amazing.
Since
we don’t have much time left before we meet Nicole at my house, we decide to
stop at a “bar and grill” style restaurant, rather than a fancy one. I need to
squeeze back into that dress in a couple of hours, so I decide to just stick
with a salad. While we’re eating dinner, the waitress comes over with two
fruity drinks. I start to tell her that we didn't order them, but she says they
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