The Bridge

Chapter 11

Aurelia

Aris was sitting on my kitchen counter while I was baking cookies for the potluck she was having at her work, "Please explain to me how I always end up doing this for you at the last fucking minute, every year?!" I laughed as she stuffed her face with potato chips.

"Bitch, I dont know! You just a good friend like that and you knoooow your girl don't bake! Ever."

"Well since you have a little one you should learn to bake cookies at the very least"

"Well since we are on the topic, whats goin' on with you and the boy toy nibbling on your cookies?",  Aris smirked.

"I don't know", I said smugly, "...also, he isnt a boy toy, he's my man...I think".

"You think? Well hell bitch if you think, then he ain't."

"Why would you say that?", I replied as I removed the cookies from the oven and placed them on the counter to cool.

"If you have to question your status, that means y'all not together."

I shifted my weight to rest on my right leg and folded my arms across my chest, "we ARE together-"

"When was the last time y'all spoke?" Aris interjected.

Well she got me there. It has been three days since we last spoke. Granted it's not on his end, I have been leaving his ass on read.

"Mhm," Aris continued, "he ain't your man. What happened after y'all fight anyway?"

"He is my man," I said more surely, "I'm just ignoring him a bit...okay ignoring him a lot. To make matters worse he embarrassed the fuck out of me in front of a co-worker."

"I do see his point though Lia."

"Excuse you?!"

"C'mon bitch, how would you react if your man was up in his apartment with some random bitch wearing what you was wearing that night?!"

"I understand that part completely, it's the other shit that's bothersome. He wouldn't even calm down enough to let me explain tha-" I was cut off with a knock at the door.

"Ugh, wait here Aris." I said as I removed my oven mitts and made my way to the door.

Aubrey

It had been three days of Aurelia ignoring me and I was getting sick of it. I know I fucked up a bit but the shit she was pulling currently was mad childish. I stuck around Detroit longer than I had planned because I refused to go back to Toronto without fixing our situation but I was starting to think putting in all this effort wasn't worth it.

"Man I'm bored as fuck A.G.!", Chubbs groaned from his seat at the kitchen island. "I at least thought that I would get some pussy on this trip."

"Nigga, ain't no one stoppin' you from gettin' pussy", I chuckled as I poured us a shot of whisky.

"We been in Detroit held up in this ritzy ass suite for three days my nigga."

"No, I been held up in this suite for three days waitin' on my woman to stop being pissed at me, YOU could have gotten into whatever and whomever you wanted, whenever you wanted, my nigga" I said sliding his glass to him.

"Yeah how is that going anyway? She let up on you yet?"

"Nah, she still hasn't hit me back." After our argument I thought it best to give her some space. I thought she would only need a day, maybe two but here we are day three and still not even one response to any of my texts or calls. The way she was ghosting me made me question if I even had a relationship with her at this point.

"Nigga just go over there so you can stop moping around and shit."

"She needs to come to me!", I shot back.

"Whatever nigga, while we waitin' for her ass to come to you why dont we go out tonight and mingle a bit?!"

"...you know what, you right. I could use a little fun!"

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-Zoo