BFF Meets BF And Insert The Regret
Day 188 of The Andie Chronicles
James answered the door. The two men shook hands.
I always knew that James and Cooper were tall, but I didn't anticipate their size discrepancy. Cooper towered over my best friend in every possible way. It was comical the difference between them.
And as they met, Cooper turned quickly to me and held me tight. "Don't you look beautiful today," he complimented before gently kissing me on the forehead.
"Do you need a hand?"
"Um, yeah, can you take this." Cooper handed me a title belt, this heavy, leather strap wrestling trophy with gold ornate imagery and writing coating the centre.
"Did you win another championship without me knowing?"
"No, not quite. I'm taking it to the show tonight to show the promoter. He needs to see what a real belt looks like, so he can get rid of the crap one he has now."
I examined his achievement, noting how Cooper's name was etched on the side plates. And as quickly as I had it in my grip, I handed it over to James, who wasn't expecting the delivery. "Feel how heavy this thing is."
James held it like a baby who had soiled itself in his arm; get it away from him. He didn't know what to do with it; he certainly wasn't interested in the detail I noticed. "Yes, it's heavy. Can I put it down?"
I nodded. I looked at Cooper, who didn't seem phased by James' inability to enjoy the item. He was probably used to it. You either loved or hated wrestling. You either understood the obsession or thought it was fake, overly dramatic garbage. And if you didn't understand it, you never tried to see it through the eyes of the diehards.
"Try getting hit in the face with one of them," Cooper explained to James.
"You don't really get hit in the face, do you? I mean, it's fake, right?"
I couldn't believe James asked this. This was the one thing you didn't ask someone like Cooper. You never challenged a wrestler about how accurate the sport is.
And, for my own sake, you don't question your best friend's new man the first day you meet him, especially when you haven't been the greatest friend in the last few months.
Cooper picked up the belt from the couch, where James had unceremoniously dumped it, and brought it close to James.
"You see this dent," he said, pointing to a tarnished part of the belt, "This is where I got hit in the face and busted my eyebrow open. It's hard to make it look like you'll get hit with it without actually getting hit with it."
"But you know you're going to get hit, though? It hurts less, right?"
Cooper laughed, chuckling at the suggestion. "You probably wouldn't say that to someone recovering from surgery. You knew the pain would be bad, so it doesn't hurt as much, right?"
Part of me enjoyed watching Cooper put someone in their place regarding his profession. He didn't take shit but didn't have to be an asshole.
But then I saw James' screwed-up expression. He wasn't impressed by my man.
Did I care, though?
You’re reading The Andie Chronicles, the 2023 romance-fiction series from the 1 Lovelock Drive (1LD) universe.
By the way, this all started when Andie turned thirty-five, and her then-boyfriend didn’t call her.
Or the day after that.
Or the day after that, too.
Everything started to unravel when her BFFs got into bed with her ex, too… ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️
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