Word has it that opposites attract. Jessica Keith would give the pithy expression two middle fingers because a wild party girl like her and the prim do-gooder, Matthew Parkinson are opposites hopeless to attract, let alone breathe the same air.
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Jessica
A week's gone by. It's hard to believe that it took less than that to completely move to my new apartment. I hadn't been miserable as much as I anticipated... because I was always talking to Matthew.
What started as a handful of photo updates became video calls that fit into my morning and evening routine. We just talk about some random stuff.
He was there when Nathan almost had his foot squashed by one of the sofa legs because Vren took a phone call. He was there when Christian almost pulped his thumb while hammering a nail on my bedroom wall. It's for a picture frame, by the way.
Andrei also fell off a step ladder and landed on Vren. Nathan was pleased his foot had justice somehow. Lastly, Chandra and I still have a little expired nail polish in our hair that wouldn't wash off. It spilled on one of my few moving boxes.
All in all, it's been a chaotic week.
Also, I've planned a housewarming party. It was the easiest part though because Andrei and Chandra helped me out with everything. My girlfriends insisted on bringing the drinks. I accepted the help on the condition that they don't help me with the cleanup.
"I have to say. Your new apartment is definitely an upgrade from your last place," Kathie says as she accepts a glass of wine from Audrey.
"Understatement," Audrey adds.
I sighed and looked around. "I know, right? It's nice not having to look at some water damage and smell mold all the time."
The girls and I are in the kitchen with heaps of wine bottles they gave me. Chassie, Kathie, Audrey, Kylie, Julie, and Summer were the ones to arrive. My friends from work (Rachel, and Harper) also came bearing gifts.
The guys are in the living room watching football with the kids.
I watched as the ladies separated into different pockets of conversation. I stare at my phone, trying my best not to call Matthew because he should be here by now.
He said he needed to do some last-minute stuff a couple of hours ago.
"Don't worry. I'm sure he'll be here." Kylie whispered.
I looked up at her. "I wasn't worrying about anything."
"Right, you're not," she says, setting a slice of molten lava cake in front of me.
I stared at the cake and strangely didn't have the appetite for it. In fact, I hadn't had an appetite for anything since this morning.
I think I was too excited to eat anything. Or nervous that he might not make it to my party at all. I don't see what's the big deal but cut me some slack, it's been seven whole days since I saw Matthew.
In fact, I was too giddy to sleep. I've been awake since last night.
"Do you guys want some more wine?" Julie topped off everyone with a newly opened bottle of red. She looked in my and Kylie's direction.
