Day 84: Tales Of No Waking Changes And Second Dates
Day 84: Tales Of No Waking Changes And Second Dates
Day 84 Of How To Move On From A Man — 1LD
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I’m Andie and my ex, Douglas, dumped me. This is my break-up, so to speak. Douglas is a power player in Melbourne, worth more than I could ever comprehend.
I have no idea why we broke up.
I work and live at 1 Lovelock Drive. There, my best friend James and I are building Highway, our unisex clothing line. Our two other best friends, GG and Sophia, are investors.
GG is dating Douglas’ brother. Awkward.
My friends have been acting strange since the breakup. Since things have changed, I’ve found papers in James’ briefcase outlining plans for an expensive office space for our business.
I woke up in James’ bed.
I had never spent the night in what used to be my spare room. It was oddly strange and familiar all at the same time.
After James yelled and screamed at me for not being home when he needed me, I broke down in the middle of my living room.
At first, I tried to hide my face. I wasn’t successful as floods of tears littered the cream-coloured carpet. GG rushed over to me and helped me to the couch.
James quickly followed, not before pacing in the same way as I found him.
“Andie, babe, calm down,” James beckoned, kneeling before me. “I don’t need this on top of everything else.”
I couldn’t get any words out. But if I could have, they wouldn’t have been kind. I wanted to tell James to shove his anger up his ass and to leave me alone.
If I had any composure, I would have told him how little I cared about his problem. It’s impossible to care for someone who cares so little about you.
The tears didn’t stop until James wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tight.
“I’m not angry at you. I — well — just miss you.”
There wasn’t any fibre in my being that could have predicted those words. I needed to hear them. I was desperate to hear them. And as he held me in his grasp, I felt it.
Then as he explained to me everything going on and I offered my two cents on how to deal with his bigot Aunt, it felt like a restoration of our friendship. We were doing what we did best.
It was moments like this that reminded me why I wanted to start a business with him.
He insisted I stay with him, in his bed, and I agreed. It was like the days we would go out dancing and crash at his apartment.
Alas, waking up this morning, our moment was clearly a temporary cease-fire. James had left the house before I woke, leaving no trace that he had even been there. The room was empty without him in it. The house was even emptier.
I climbed out of his bed and put the covers back in an orderly way. Heavens forbid I do anything else to set him off again.
Finding my phone still in my handbag from returning home, I noticed all the unread messages. Mostly from Alex.
I read through them, feeling guilty for only having seen them now. It was the last one that struck me;
“Are you free on Tuesday for dinner?”
Dinner would be nice, I thought. Sex would be better. I’m sure I could have both. I knew I could have both.
“Absolutely, sugar,” I replied.
You’re reading The Andie Chronicles, the 2023 romance-fiction series from the 1 Lovelock Drive (1LD) universe.
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