The Devil Wears Stilettos

Fifteen

[B]

"Are you seriously crying again?" Nicki said, walking into my room.

I quickly wiped my eyes, "Plane crash episode." I said, referring to the Grey's episode playing right now. I was crying at several things in my life right now, but this episode was a good coverup.

"You've seen this episode like four times." Nicki said.

"You've watched it with me every time. When have I not cried?" I challenged, sniffing. She rolled her eyes.

"Are you still upset about Jay?" She asked. I sighed, taking a sip of my water.

"I feel literally sick, Nicki. I hate this. We haven't spoken in two weeks. Granted, I told him don't reach out to me, but it still sucks. I miss him." I told her. She sighed, sitting at the foot of my bed.

"I just... I know, we weren't in a relationship. I made that clear. He wasn't obligated to do relationship things." I started. She nodded. "But, as my friend, my best friend at that, he shouldn't have been such a dick." I said. She nodded again.

"I agree. He did do a bit much." She said.

"And yeah, I mean... there's more going on in my life than usual, so I probably went a bit overboard. But, I just wanted to talk to my friend about everything going on. The fact that he seemed like he didn't even want to talk to me, then lied to me... it was like the icing on the cake." I explained.

"If you want to keep y'all's relationship alive, there's a long conversation that probably needs to be held." She said. I wiped my eyes that were brimming with tears.

"I know," I said softly. "I want him to be my boyfriend Nicki, I want that so bad. I want to be able to call him mine, and spend all of my time with him. I just... I want him." I admitted to her. She rubbed my leg with a sympathetic look on her face.

"The only person stopping you from that is you." She said.

"He probably doesn't want to speak to me. I bitched him out, really bad." I said. She chuckled.

"I've been on the receiving end of your attitude, Beyoncé. If he really loves you, he'll get over it." She said. I shrugged.

"I guess." I mumbled.

"Well, I was about go to work. I just wanted to check in on you." She said.

I bit my lip, playing with my fingers. "I booked a flight to Houston!" I blurted.

Nicki gasped. "No way!"

"I did... I did." I said. It was like the realization was hitting me too. "Oh my god, I did. What the fuck?"

I haven't been in Houston since I was eighteen, and I haven't seen my family since I was seventeen.

"Calm down, when is your flight?" She asked. I sighed.

"Um... two weeks." I said. She nodded.

"Let me know the date, I'll see if I can take off and come with you. We can get a hotel and chill. You don't have to deal with your family any more than you need to." She said. I nodded slowly. "See? It'll be alright."

"Fuck, do you think Collin still lives in Houston? You know with my luck I'll probably run into him. I don't think I can do that, Nicki. I'll either break down or kill him." I said. She chuckled, but I was being serious.

"Check his Instagram." She suggested. I sighed.

"I shouldn't..." I mumbled. She frowned.

"I can?" She said. I shook my head.