know it’s not fair to Shane or Fent that I compare them, I should treat each situation individually but everything happened all at once. It’s hard for me to not group them together.
Phoebe thinks Fenton has really left me but I just can’t believe it’s true. She wasn’t at the picnic where I felt Fenton was his most true self. She didn’t see the anguish on his face while he was telling me about his past. A past he told me himself he tells no one about. She didn’t see the pain on his face when he knew he was about to leave me. I know what that sounds like. It sounds like I am a fool. I was there and we shared his pain and anguish which is something that has never happened with anyone else. You don’t share those types of feelings with just anyone. If anything, Fenton is scared of the way he feels for me. That is the way I have rationalized this whole situation. I was closer to Fent than anyone has ever been and it scared the hell out of him. I can handle that scenario, so that’s what I am telling myself.
After about twenty minutes of my pity party, I decide I need to get up and get my day started. I search my room for my phone and purse. When the search in my room is unsuccessful, I venture out to the living area in hopes my sister will keep her trap shut. I find it sitting beside the front door and am relieved when I hear nothing from her. I’m able to make it back to my room without having to listen to her mouth.
I plop down on my bed and search my purse for the card I hope to hell I didn’t throw away. I thought I would never need it but being the hoarder I am, I know kept it. However, finding the spot I left it is going to be the challenge. I praise the Lord when I find what I’m looking for. I stare at it a moment, not really sure if I want to do this or not. But knowing I have no real choice in the matter.
Before I lose my nerve, I dial the number. After three rings, I pull the phone from my ear and am about to hit the end button when I hear a voice on the other end. I take a deep breath before bringing the phone back to my ear.
“Hi…Logan Moore?” I ask
“Yes, this is Logan Moore. Who is this?”
“T-this is Piper Adams, we met at the carpentry dinner last week,” I remind him. There is an awkward silence for a few seconds and just before I apologize for bothering him, he finally speaks again.
“Yes, you were Shane’s date. How is he? What can I do for you?”
“Well, when we talked at the dinner, you mentioned your family owned an engineering business. I recently lost my job and am looking for some free-lance architecture work. I thought maybe your company may have a need?” I know this is a long shot but I couldn’t think of anyone else and he was so nice when I met him.
“I’m actually at the office now, let me talk with architecture group and I will get back with you.”
“Ok, thank you! That sounds great. When can I expect your call?”
“I will get back with you by the end of the day, one way or another.”
“Thank you so much!”
“Don’t thank me yet, I’m not promising anything.”
“I know but you are putting in an effort. Thank you, I will be waiting for your call.” I sit my phone on my nightstand and let out a sigh of relief.
“Who are you talking to with that big grin on your face? I haven’t witnessed that in a while,” Phoebe asks, walking back in my room.
“When I went to the carpentry dinner with Shane last week, I met an engineer…” Phoebe gasps so loudly I can’t hear myself talk.
“Wow, Piper. I didn’t think you were that type of girl.”
“Good gracious, Phoebe, let me finish. His family owns their own business and I thought they might have an opening.”
“Damn, I thought you had gotten over playboy already.” I have no response for her. Sometimes I think I’m the big sister. “What? You know meeting another guy would get your mind off of him.”
“No, it won’t,” I respond, adamantly.
“How do you
Phoebe thinks Fenton has really left me but I just can’t believe it’s true. She wasn’t at the picnic where I felt Fenton was his most true self. She didn’t see the anguish on his face while he was telling me about his past. A past he told me himself he tells no one about. She didn’t see the pain on his face when he knew he was about to leave me. I know what that sounds like. It sounds like I am a fool. I was there and we shared his pain and anguish which is something that has never happened with anyone else. You don’t share those types of feelings with just anyone. If anything, Fenton is scared of the way he feels for me. That is the way I have rationalized this whole situation. I was closer to Fent than anyone has ever been and it scared the hell out of him. I can handle that scenario, so that’s what I am telling myself.
After about twenty minutes of my pity party, I decide I need to get up and get my day started. I search my room for my phone and purse. When the search in my room is unsuccessful, I venture out to the living area in hopes my sister will keep her trap shut. I find it sitting beside the front door and am relieved when I hear nothing from her. I’m able to make it back to my room without having to listen to her mouth.
I plop down on my bed and search my purse for the card I hope to hell I didn’t throw away. I thought I would never need it but being the hoarder I am, I know kept it. However, finding the spot I left it is going to be the challenge. I praise the Lord when I find what I’m looking for. I stare at it a moment, not really sure if I want to do this or not. But knowing I have no real choice in the matter.
Before I lose my nerve, I dial the number. After three rings, I pull the phone from my ear and am about to hit the end button when I hear a voice on the other end. I take a deep breath before bringing the phone back to my ear.
“Hi…Logan Moore?” I ask
“Yes, this is Logan Moore. Who is this?”
“T-this is Piper Adams, we met at the carpentry dinner last week,” I remind him. There is an awkward silence for a few seconds and just before I apologize for bothering him, he finally speaks again.
“Yes, you were Shane’s date. How is he? What can I do for you?”
“Well, when we talked at the dinner, you mentioned your family owned an engineering business. I recently lost my job and am looking for some free-lance architecture work. I thought maybe your company may have a need?” I know this is a long shot but I couldn’t think of anyone else and he was so nice when I met him.
“I’m actually at the office now, let me talk with architecture group and I will get back with you.”
“Ok, thank you! That sounds great. When can I expect your call?”
“I will get back with you by the end of the day, one way or another.”
“Thank you so much!”
“Don’t thank me yet, I’m not promising anything.”
“I know but you are putting in an effort. Thank you, I will be waiting for your call.” I sit my phone on my nightstand and let out a sigh of relief.
“Who are you talking to with that big grin on your face? I haven’t witnessed that in a while,” Phoebe asks, walking back in my room.
“When I went to the carpentry dinner with Shane last week, I met an engineer…” Phoebe gasps so loudly I can’t hear myself talk.
“Wow, Piper. I didn’t think you were that type of girl.”
“Good gracious, Phoebe, let me finish. His family owns their own business and I thought they might have an opening.”
“Damn, I thought you had gotten over playboy already.” I have no response for her. Sometimes I think I’m the big sister. “What? You know meeting another guy would get your mind off of him.”
“No, it won’t,” I respond, adamantly.
“How do you
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