I thought bringing up work might put the conversation back on track. But that was to no avail.
“No,” protested Sophia, who was still holding the knife. “We have to have some of your birthday cake first. Maybe we should skip the meeting this week and just do hang out. It’s your birthday week after all.”
This whole birthday week thing was becoming contagious; now Sophia was like a fiend with it.
She continued to divide the cake into four. I looked at the slices and couldn’t figure out how we were meant to eat a quarter of a cake each.
“Can you at least hear my fucking suggestion?”
I had worked so hard to come up with a name, too. And it’s not only the name one has to come up with.
I had to check no one else had the name, that we could get the domain, and that it meant something. There was so much to this, and as I had slaved over it, in the hope of forgetting the fact Douglas still hadn’t returned my communication, I wanted it to matter.
If they were only going to fake care about me, at least they could seem interested in what I cared about.
GG took the biggest slice and put it in front of me.
“Babe, if you want to tell us, we’re not going to stop you. We want it known that this is all about you, though.”
The overcompensating was killing me, but I took the moment to announce the name.
“Thank you. Here’s what I’ve come up with. Highway.”
Everyone looked at me with dumb stares.
“It’s like your way or the highway. As we have a unisex line, we’re saying, ‘Wear what you want. It’s your life. It’s your highway.”
More silence. “Er, what doya think?”
James smiled first.
“I actually really like it, babe. No, seriously, I’m not just saying that because I’m feeling an epic failure of a friend right now. I think it’s brilliant.”
Sophia nodded too. Then GG.
“Yeah, I agree with James. I like it. The meaning is the best part.”
“No offense, Andie,” started Sophia, “but I didn’t think you had this in you. To come up with a name like this. I thought James, surely, would be the one to come up with the name.”
I grinned. Finally some honesty this week. Finally, I could see my true friends, the ones I knew before the birthday fiasco. They were back.
“None taken. As long as you’re not liking it because you’re feeling like assholes, right?”
They all nodded.
“Ok, sweet. Well, I will buy the domain and register the name and do all that tomorrow.”
The room was silent. James was the first to break the tension. “Does that mean we have something to celebrate other than our gigantic cock up?”
“We mother-fucking-do!”
This week was looking up, it turned out. But as for my missing-in-action boyfriend? I couldn’t say the same.
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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