make friends every time.”
“Yea, that’s true, I guess.”
“So…” she paused. “Have you heard from Gavin?”
“No, but he said he wouldn’t call me unless I called him, and I just haven’t known what to say. Or had the time.”
“Why didn’t you at least tell him you were in Canada?”
“How did you know I didn’t tell him?”
There was a pregnant pause on the other end of the line.
“Um,” she began. “Well, I met him.”
“What? When?” I said anxiously. Perhaps a little too anxiously.
“At your place.”
“Huh?” now I was confused.
“I went over there a couple days after you left to get the mail and whatnot and he was sitting outside your door. Waiting for you to come home.”
“Really? How was he?”
“You really want to know, Meg?”
Alicia had always been straightforward with me. I knew she wouldn’t make something up, even if it was what she thought I needed to hear.
“Yes, Alicia. Just tell me.”
“Absolutely miserable. He had to have been waiting for hours.”
“Why?”
“Are you seriously asking? Megs, he misses you. He went over there to try to talk to you, and when he saw you weren’t home, he decided to wait until you showed up. Pretty sure he’d still be sitting there if I hadn’t shown up and told him you were out of town.”
No one had ever done anything like that just to try to talk to me.
“What did you tell him?” I inquired.
“Just that you’re out of town, really. I let him in and gave him something to drink, but that’s all. He left a few minutes later. We didn’t talk for long. Oh, speaking of getting home I want to make sure I know what time your plane lands- noon, right?”
“Yea, around noon. Thanks for picking me up, by the way. I’ll buy you lunch.”
“Ha, you better! Big time working actress,” she joked. “Okay, well I’ll let you go. I’m sure you’ll want to get some sleep. See you the day after tomorrow.”
“Thanks. See you then.”
Thoughts of Gavin ran through my head. Maybe I should go see him when I got home. I felt a little remorse in the fact that I hadn’t tried calling or even texting him all these weeks. Though I didn’t really want to admit it, I missed him. My heart ached for him. Giving him a chance to at least explain the things he said is the least I could do.
Still, he hadn’t tried calling me since the day after the show aired. If he was so willing to wait outside my door, why hadn’t he tried to call me since then? It had been a couple of weeks ago since Alicia had talked to him, though, so who knows if he would even be willing to talk to me anymore. My stomach knotted at the thought of how awkward the premiere and subsequent promotional events for Bittersweet Memories was going to feel.
Pushing all my thoughts out, I stepped onto the balcony and let in the feeling of the frosty air on my skin. I took a deep breath and gazed out on the city as billions of sparkling lights gazed right back at me. It was a beautiful place, and my mind got lost as I took in the details of the nighttime skyline.
Two days later, I couldn’t believe how quickly the time had passed. My alarm went off early so I could get up and head for the airport. I was thankful I had wrapped earlier than I expected to the day before so I could pack all my stuff and get to bed at a decent hour. The only thing I regretted was not really having the time to see much of the gorgeous city I had been in for the better part of a month.
I was thankful that my flight from Toronto to LAX was direct. For most of the five and a half hours in the air, I slept. When the plane landed in LAX, it was the normal chaos I had remembered when I left. Alicia met me at baggage claim, and it was so refreshing to see a familiar face. I gave her a big hug, grabbed my bag from the carrousel, and we headed out to the parking lot.
“How was your flight?” Alicia asked.
“Fine, I guess.”
I looked over at Alicia as we walked. She was clearly holding
“Yea, that’s true, I guess.”
“So…” she paused. “Have you heard from Gavin?”
“No, but he said he wouldn’t call me unless I called him, and I just haven’t known what to say. Or had the time.”
“Why didn’t you at least tell him you were in Canada?”
“How did you know I didn’t tell him?”
There was a pregnant pause on the other end of the line.
“Um,” she began. “Well, I met him.”
“What? When?” I said anxiously. Perhaps a little too anxiously.
“At your place.”
“Huh?” now I was confused.
“I went over there a couple days after you left to get the mail and whatnot and he was sitting outside your door. Waiting for you to come home.”
“Really? How was he?”
“You really want to know, Meg?”
Alicia had always been straightforward with me. I knew she wouldn’t make something up, even if it was what she thought I needed to hear.
“Yes, Alicia. Just tell me.”
“Absolutely miserable. He had to have been waiting for hours.”
“Why?”
“Are you seriously asking? Megs, he misses you. He went over there to try to talk to you, and when he saw you weren’t home, he decided to wait until you showed up. Pretty sure he’d still be sitting there if I hadn’t shown up and told him you were out of town.”
No one had ever done anything like that just to try to talk to me.
“What did you tell him?” I inquired.
“Just that you’re out of town, really. I let him in and gave him something to drink, but that’s all. He left a few minutes later. We didn’t talk for long. Oh, speaking of getting home I want to make sure I know what time your plane lands- noon, right?”
“Yea, around noon. Thanks for picking me up, by the way. I’ll buy you lunch.”
“Ha, you better! Big time working actress,” she joked. “Okay, well I’ll let you go. I’m sure you’ll want to get some sleep. See you the day after tomorrow.”
“Thanks. See you then.”
Thoughts of Gavin ran through my head. Maybe I should go see him when I got home. I felt a little remorse in the fact that I hadn’t tried calling or even texting him all these weeks. Though I didn’t really want to admit it, I missed him. My heart ached for him. Giving him a chance to at least explain the things he said is the least I could do.
Still, he hadn’t tried calling me since the day after the show aired. If he was so willing to wait outside my door, why hadn’t he tried to call me since then? It had been a couple of weeks ago since Alicia had talked to him, though, so who knows if he would even be willing to talk to me anymore. My stomach knotted at the thought of how awkward the premiere and subsequent promotional events for Bittersweet Memories was going to feel.
Pushing all my thoughts out, I stepped onto the balcony and let in the feeling of the frosty air on my skin. I took a deep breath and gazed out on the city as billions of sparkling lights gazed right back at me. It was a beautiful place, and my mind got lost as I took in the details of the nighttime skyline.
Two days later, I couldn’t believe how quickly the time had passed. My alarm went off early so I could get up and head for the airport. I was thankful I had wrapped earlier than I expected to the day before so I could pack all my stuff and get to bed at a decent hour. The only thing I regretted was not really having the time to see much of the gorgeous city I had been in for the better part of a month.
I was thankful that my flight from Toronto to LAX was direct. For most of the five and a half hours in the air, I slept. When the plane landed in LAX, it was the normal chaos I had remembered when I left. Alicia met me at baggage claim, and it was so refreshing to see a familiar face. I gave her a big hug, grabbed my bag from the carrousel, and we headed out to the parking lot.
“How was your flight?” Alicia asked.
“Fine, I guess.”
I looked over at Alicia as we walked. She was clearly holding
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