Living

Chapter 33: Hard Work

I am so sorry for the slow updates🙏🏾 I'm trying to write Les' birthday party and figure out how to end this story. I'm trying lol

Enjoy!

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Davey had been going to work. He still loved the photography gig he was given, and he tries to do his best everyday. However, there were certain parts of his work life that he had cut off.

Like Jason and Elle.

He can't believe what she said to him. She didn't seem to be the type of person to say any of that— she was pretty happy for him until the party. What changed? Maybe it was nothing?

Davey sighed, shaking his head as he sat on the cold floor, editing the pictures he'd just taken. The air was crisp, combating the warm and of April air outside of the building, but he still felt too hot. A nervous kind of hot, like being unprepared.

He didn't like that.

"Hey", an old and familiar voice rings, sighing as they sat next to him. Davey didn't look up, focusing on his laptop. "Thought I'd find you here."

"Hello, Jay", Davey greeted monotonously. "How does it?"

"I'd like it better if you weren't icing me out", he chuckled, trying to find some sort of light in the situation. Davey didn't laugh.

Jay sighed. "Did something happen?"

"Oh, nothing. Just that Elle basically told me that my first love "didn't do much", and was always clinging to me", Davey sighed, shaking his head. "She implied something, and I'm not taking that."

Jay sighed, shaking his head and deciding to stay quiet for once. He didn't know what to say to that. Davey was one of his good friends, but Elle was his best one, and was he willing to betray her trust like that? Despite this entire situation being caused by the fact she can't just be happy for someone she likes, for lack of a better word, he going to do that to her. No way.

"Maybe I'm overreacting", Davey admits, glancing at Jay. "But she didn't...she doesn't even know Jack. She doesn't know how much time he gives to his friends and others, even when he is down and on the verge of crying. I mean, he's done more for me in the few months we've known each other, before we started dating, than anyone has in my entire life. She doesn't get that."

Jay nodded, understanding. "I know what you mean."

"And so what if he's an artist? We are, too— hell, she does make-up on models for a living, and she just- well, she was really rude about it, and has no right to drag someone down for their job!" Davey lifted his brows after realizing he furrowed them, sighing.

"Point is, Jack does a lot more than he's given credit for. And I just...maybe I lost my cool. I probably should've listened to the rest of what she had to say before I stormed off, but I was...mad. I was upset."

Jay nodded. "I'm sorry. On behalf of her."

Davey smiled softly. "It's okay. You didn't do anything. Thanks for coming to the party, also."

"No, yeah. It was fun; I loved it." Jay grinned widely. "And just because she has the attitude of Oscar the Grouch", Davey laughed, "doesn't mean I should be iced out."

Davey nodded, knowing he was right. "I'm sorry."

"It's cool. But you also gotta talk to her."

"I know."

"She's in the break room, just so you know." Jay patted Davey's shoulder, standing up with a groan. "Just don't mess up the snack table if you fight her. I have half of my day relying on it."