My Sweets

Reunions

JESSA

We had a plan. It all sounded perfect but things didn't go as we planned. Bobby finished his two months of commitments. I flew out to be with him often and he made sure to focus on us during those times. Our relationship really grew during this time. He was a judge on the Ultimate Baker and did amazing. His bakewear collection is doing great and selling off the shelves. The problem happened with a surprise opportunity that I wouldn't let him refuse. They wanted him to audition for a movie in the United States. How could I ever let him turn a movie role down? So he auditioned and he got the part. It's been two and half months since I've seen him. I miss him desperately. We video chat as often as we can but it's just not the same. I want to be in his arms so badly, it hurts. He's finally coming home though. Tomorrow is the Love Island reunion and I'll finally get to see him. I can't wait.

Today though, was girls day. Bre and I went out for a day of pampering. I'm going all out for the reunion. Not just for Love Island, but my reunion with Bobby. We had our hair done, waxing, massages and mani pedi's. We finish out our night with a girls night in. Dinner, wine, chick flick and chatting...

We wipe tears from our eyes as the movie ends. I pour us some more wine, even though we've had too much already.

"Imma gonna miss you," Bre slurs.

"Aww. My Bre Bre. I miss you the mostest."

"But seriously though. If you need me ever, I'm legit there in negative two seconds."

"Same. I feels like this is the most worst time to leave."

"Nah. Nope. Not at all. Brent was a dirty stinky ass. I just glad I found out he was cheatin now. I mean, how many nights did we stalk him trying to catch him?"

I laugh. "True stuff. We're not good at that undercover crap."

"Nope. We're not. Remember that time when he came out of his house and asked if we wanted to come in," she laughs.

I fall off the couch because I'm laughing so hard at the memory. "Because we forgot to turn our headlights off," I squeal with laughter.

"He couldn't figure out why we were sitting outside his house." Bre laughs, falling off the couch with me.

"We suck."

"Honestly," Bre says, "I had lots of fun just hanging out with you, tracking him down. I'm not actually hurt. More angry that I let someone do that to me."

"Aww. You'll find your Prince Charming at some point," I hug her.

"If you ever get tired of Bobby, send him my way."

"Bre!" I shriek! "Get your eyes off my man," I laugh.

"Hey, just a lookin. No touchy."

"Wait..." I say looking around. "Why are we still on the floor?" I laugh.

"Cause the couch is way way way up there," Bre laughs.

"Oh!" I scream. "I know what you need. You need your own Love Island hunk. Imma call Noah."

"Oh yeah. Noah is yummy!" Bre says. "Do it! Do it! Do it! Yummy in my tummy! Yummy in my vagina-me."

I snort at her. "Shhh. I'm calling. Be cool. Be cool." It goes to voicemail. Probably because it's 2 am. "My man Noah! Noie Ba Noie," I slur into the phone. "Sup? Hey someone wants to say hi."

I hold the phone to Bre and she busts out laughing and won't talk.

"Never mind. She's shy. Anywho, if you're ready for a real woman, I've got just the gal for you and she want you in her tummy and vagina-me. K. Well call me and I'll hook ya up. Peace!" I hang up and we are cracking up at ourselves. "Let's call Bobby now," I laugh. "Everyone loves drunk messages, right? Then we need to go to sleep. I have a flight tomorrow."