Avery

~11~

-Adam-

The morning after the event.

That event last night was a disaster.

I spoke to almost 50 men who were going grey far too early and had no more than 3 brain cells with clueless women clinging to them.

Then Avery cried and I'm 100% sure I made it worse by bringing up her mother.

She thinks I'm stupid, I'm not, something is going on there with her mother, though it's none of my business.

And to take it that one step further, I got her hair stuck in her earring, she tried to pretend I didn't but I saw her wince.

Seems like it isn't a big deal, but that was one hell of a shot to my masculinity, I'm definitely not made for those cute little moments.

Especially not with Avery.

After we kissed, things have been awkward and strange, and though I don't regret it, I regret never bringing it up afterwards or explaining myself further.

Avery thinks otherwise though.

Now we are stuck in the cycle of being "friends" if you can even call subtle insults and random favours a friendship.

I don't need friends, I never have but maybe if I befriend her I'll one day get free coffee.

Oh, who am I kidding?

I'm drawn to Avery and I will be caught dead before I embarrass myself and admit that out loud.

There's just something about her, maybe its her natural kindness or the way she wipes down the counters in that bakery over and over even when they are sparkling clean.

Or how she pulls a smug face when she thinks she's offended me when really her attempts are laughable.

Maybe it's how she ties up her hair into that messy ponytail that surely cannot be keeping her hair out her face for very long, it seems pointless.

Or maybe her eyes, I mean have you seen Avery's eyes? I've seen green eyes before obviously but I feel like whenever she looks at me I'm sinking further and further and-

Okay that's enough of that.

Anyway, after I left Avery's, I kind of had a weird feeling in my chest, like something was missing.

I was sat on the couch in my apartment and everything was silent and I just felt like I was... empty.

Lonely.

Not to get all sad and dark.

Everything in me wanted to pick up the phone and call someone but there is no one in my contacts that could cure this feeling.

I hate how I have to admit this.

Well maybe I don't "have to" but I will.

My mind went to Avery.

So here we are the next day.

I tried to go to the bakery this morning but my nerves got the better of me.

Remember how I mentioned my masculinity? I'm starting to think I never had any to start with.

But this time, I'm forcing myself to go in.

I stop outside the door and take a deep breath.

I don't even know what the goal is here, maybe just to let her insult me for a couple minutes so I can at least listen to her voice.