Will We Talk?

64- Spontaneity

Sam: picking u up at 7 on Saturday, dress however x

Evie: In need of more info than that Samuel 🙄

Sam: nothing more needs said ❤️

Evie: I hate u

Sam: no u dont 🤣xxx

No, I really don't hate him. It's hard to after this morning's happenings, but I'm happy it did happen. Thrilled, actually. It was an exhilarating moment, and a moment I'd been desperate for since he initially texted me. How I ever survived without him, how I ever thought I could survive without him, is beyond me. Everything with him seemed to go so overwhelmingly fast, so that mistake is to never be made again. That's a promise to myself: a promise to us.

This time last month, I wouldn't believe you if you said I was back on good terms with him. Not at all. After all this time I've said I'm stubborn, it was Sam who was there to break the common loop. He just never failed to make me giddy whenever he talks and I find myself smiling at his every word. It's strange.

I've never know myself to be so forgiving, so was this the right thing to be doing? And it was so early on too. Was I meant to have semi-recovered from almost being sexually assaulted? It's a hard life.

One thing I do know is that I'll stop at nothing to start dating Sam again, but this gradual build up was so aggravating. All I want to do is kiss him whenever I want, hold his hand whenever I want, live with him, hug him, share a bed with him, but I've got to wait. No matter how much I tell myself it's still early days, I want nothing more than him.

Nevertheless, we were slowly building a friends with benefits type of phase, which might prove to be a better move than when we got together last time. The only thing is, I feel like it'd only work if we keep it from our friends and family, no matter how much I hate doing so. I hate relationships, but this one was going to be worth it.

The day, so far, hadn't been very productive as I gave the house a quick spring-clean and, once again, avoided the room that would be my bairn's. It's complicated how I feel towards the miscarriage. I'm not as bad as I once had been, like, I could hear the word and it wouldn't affect me, but the moment I see others my age who I went to school with have kids, I couldn't help but resent them. Resent them for how happy they looked. At the same time, though, I was proud of any person with kids. They're hard. And I promise you, I know.

Working with young children started to get familiar after a while, rather than irritating and demanding, and I loved the fact I'd be a part of their lives. The moment I got the moon-boot, I made my way to the studio and practically forced Tyler to let me take a session, and after days-on-end of nothingness, it felt amazing.

After getting this job, I've slightly forgotten about my decision to go back to university- I don't see why I should now: I have a steady income, enjoyable job, supportive colleagues and a small buildup of memories. But, if I went back to uni, I could have a wider range of career paths and opportunities for more jobs. After all, I can't really teach kids dance four nights a week and expect that to pay off a mortgage and insurance etc. I'd planned on calling Tyler to see what he thought about the whole thing, seeing as though he's my boss, and my newly-adapted brother, who now made an alliance with Yvonne and I- he was part of us now.

Speak of the devil:

Ty: Sister in law!

Evie: Brother in law?

Ty: Would u like to go out tonight? I have spare tickets to go see a musical!!!

Evie: What musical?

Ty: Couldn't tell u

Evie: Aye I'll come, babes. Just us two?

Ty: So far. Reckon Yvonne would come?

Evie: And miss out on the fun? I think not

Ty: Will txt her now xxxx

Happy days, I'm going out tonight!

*****

"Well hello strangers." I greeted as I stepped into the taxi, cautious of my dress riding up.

"You're stunning." Tyler gaped, pushing a piece of loose hair behind my ear, "I wouldn't have guessed you're related to them brothers of yours." he commented in faux-disgust.

"They're me brothers man, leave them alone." I jokingly fought back, "Alreet Ivy?"

"Well aye." she smiled, pulling me into a side hug from the middle seat of the car.

"Where to?" the taxi driver questioned, voice monotone. Poor geezer, I could imagine the boredom he has from driving to-and-fro.

"Central station, please." Tyler inquired, before whipping his phone out, "Texting Bradley to send me the tickets."

"Where is Brad?" I asked subconsciously.

"Bed-ridden. Thinks he has the man flu in bloody April." Tyler giggled, "I think he's just hungover."

"Bradley? Hungover?" Yvonne shrieked. I had to agree with her, I was also shocked upon hearing my eldest brother finally became mortal, after several years of trying to get him on the sesh.

*****

After much debate, the pair had eventually convinced me to get on the shots, collecting a round at the pub we found ourselves in. The whole theatre were going to curse our names the second we walk in with the state we found ourselves in at 5 in the afternoon. The only good thing about us, was that we looked somewhat presentable as opposed the some of the messes we saw around us. I usually look good drunk or not, though, so what can you do?

With my moon-boot making me walk questionably, I approached the bar of the Mile Castle and ordered three jäger-bombs, which I was sure I'd soon regret, alongside our last drink of the night while there. I was burning a hole in my pocket, yes, but it'll be worth it by the time the night is over.

Squeezing through crowds to avoid the clashing of my moon-boot, I headed back to our table with a tray in hand, while our drinks spilled into a sticky mess. Heaps of people offered to assist me, but I barely take help from my family, let alone strangers.

"Last ones, let's hurry this up." I cheered, downing my jäger and immediately felt the regret alongside genuine tingles form in my throat and stomach, "Refreshing." I wretched.

"Why the fuck have you got jägers? Y'kna we divnt like them." Tyler groaned.

"I'm not being funny Ty, if I've just drank mine, yous need to have yours." I demanded, leaning over the table with my hands gripping onto it's sticky surface.

And they did, much to their dismay.