Only thing is that it’s with two people.
Thomas Braxton and Alex McNeil. They know I’m not with them completely. They know I have another. Everything else is pointless… useless.
From the moment I met Thomas and Alex I’ve thought if only I could blend them together? Thomas’s sexual endeavors. Alex’s sensitivity and passion for life. Then I would have the perfect person.
But perfect is overrated.
It doesn’t exist.
Plus, it’s not at all interesting.
And my relationships with Thomas and Alex?
Well that’s a story for the ages…
“You think that’s funny?”
“Yeah, sort of.” You grab a clean bowl from underneath the shelf and a bag of pistachios. I laugh louder.
“What?” You pour some nuts into the bowl.
“Aren’t they supposed to be peanuts?”
You don’t skip a beat. “I don’t like peanuts. I like pistachios.”
You crack open a pistachio and toss it in your mouth. “Being different makes you stand out, Stel.”
“I don’t want to stand out. I just want to be normal,” I mutter.
Popping another one in, you say, “Normal is boring. It’s overrated.”
My mouth twitches. I never thought of it that way. “Yeah, I guess.”
You nod at an empty booth in the corner. “Shall we?”
“Great.” I can tell my answer wasn’t what you were expecting.
You start to walk behind the bar when you notice I haven’t moved yet. “What?”
“You were nervous.” It’s not a question. I don’t need an answer. I already know.
You lean across the bar top. “Like I said. You’re intimidating. Come on. Let’s go have that drink. Lord knows it’ll take you forever.”
Getting up from the bar, I grab my wine and start to walk toward the empty booth. “Already trying to get rid of me?”
Standing in front of me, you shake your head. “No.”
“Then what is it?”
“I can’t wait to know everything about you.”
Relief washes over me when you don’t wait to see my expression. Happiness. Bewilderment.
Happiness because you actually want to get to know me.
Bewilderment because I’m surprised you’re so straightforward. With Thomas I knew what I wanted and went after it. With you, I’m…
Confused, I don’t understand the emotions I’m experiencing. It’s new to me, and I’m not sure I like it.
About the Author
When I’m not writing Happily Ever After’s I’m reading about them and living one. I think this world is filled with too much sadness already we don’t need to read about it as well. I write because I love it and I’ve allowed my imagination to run wild and be crazy and free. Just like me.