Saudade || Amangela ||

CHAPTER 8: a conversation

Author's note: hi! Oh my gosh I'm so sorry for not posting! It has been a wild ride for me these weeks and it gave me writers block so hopefully this chapter isn't bad... I'm also planning to like fix few chapters here because the chapters I wrote were pretty bad and the reason why its bad is because I didn't get any sleep when writing the chapters so I'm sorry ! Hope you like this one.

ANGELA'S POV: The sound of the phone ringing woke me up from my deep slumber as my eyes slowly fluttered open. I let out a groan in response to the loud noise before reaching out to grab the phone placed on the bedside table. Glancing at the screen, I saw that it was Chanse who was calling me. Casting a quick glance at Amanda, who was still peacefully asleep, I brought the phone to my ear and answered with a sleepy "yeah?" Chanse's urgent voice came through the phone,

"Where are you? I've been trying to reach you for hours!" he exclaimed. "My phone almost got confiscated. I had to come up with an excuse for you. Ugh," he groaned, the frustration evident in his tone. I couldn't help but smile as I sat up and leaned against the headrest.

"I called in sick," I replied softly, "well, i haven't yet but, I'll let ian know. I'm not feeling well, Chanse." Glancing at Amanda, I whispered to myself. "She's still asleep."

Chanse's concern was palpable as he asked, "What's wrong? Do you want me to pick up some squash soup for you?" I let out a soft chuckle, "No, no, it's fine, really." His voice softened as he said, "Okay, hey, Amanda didn't show up for work either. Do you know why? She hasn't been answering our calls. Courtney and Arasha have been trying to reach both of you."

I hesitated for a moment before replying, "I'm not sure. She'll probably get back to us soon, I think." Trying to sound casual, I added, "I'm sure everything's fine."

Chanse simply replied, "Okay," before ending the call.

I placed my phone down and gently stroked her dark brown hair as she peacefully slept. A smile crept up on my face as I watched her breathe softly. Slowly lying back down, I carefully pulled her close to me, sighing softly and closing my eyes in an attempt to drift back to sleep.

Suddenly, I was jolted awake by Amanda shaking me.

"Hey, babe, wake up, you haven't eaten anything," she said, looking as though she had just woken up too. Rubbing my eyes, I asked, "What time is it?" She glanced at her phone and replied, "It's 4:43 pm."

Realization dawned on me as she exclaimed, "Holy shit, Arasha and Courtney have been calling me... God, I was in a deep sleep." Amanda groaned, and I couldn't help but chuckle at the situation.

"They did," I replied, feeling a mix of amusement and contentment as I stretched my arms.

"We slept well, don't we?" She jokes, turning her phone off to look at me. I smiled and nodded in agreement, "Yeah, we did." I threw the blanket off of me as I got up, stretching my limbs.

"Let's go and eat whatever shit I have in my fridge," I suggested, trying to lighten the mood. She laughed at my joke as we both walked together to the kitchen, our footsteps echoing in the quiet house.

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AMANDA'S POV: After eating Angela's delicious leftover lasagna, I found myself in the kitchen, washing the dishes diligently. Scrubbing the plates with dish soap and a sponge, I was lost in my thoughts until suddenly, the words slipped out of my mouth,

"so are we gonna talk or what?" The question seemed to hang in the air, making me jump slightly at my own boldness.

Angela looked up from what she was doing, her expression one of confusion. "Uhh... what?" she asked, clearly caught off guard.

I shrugged, trying to play it off casually. "You know... we said we were going to have a conversation about... what we are?" The awkwardness lingered between us, the unspoken question still hovering in the room.

"Oh... oh! Oh.. right, yeah," she placed her phone down on the kitchen counter and shrugs. "What do you want us to be? I mean it's only been what? 3 weeks since your divorce, and we just had sex last night i-" She paused and looked away for a moment. "I... I can wait. If that's what you want."

"Oh no, Angie were not gonna play the waiting gam—" she cuts me off.

"Don't lie to yourself, you're not doing fine. You're still mad at him." As I listened to her words, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. She was right. I was still harboring resentment towards my ex-husband, and it was affecting my ability to move on. I knew I needed to confront my feelings and make a decision about what I truly wanted moving forward. It was time to let go of the past and embrace the present.

I turn back to the dishes that I was washing as I sighed, feeling overwhelmed by the chaos of our lives. "...it feels hurried. You know? Like I... I.. it's all confusing right now." I scoffed as I felt my shoulders drop off, burdened by the weight of uncertainty.

"Our story this year is crazy and so.. so confusing," I admitted, my voice filled with a mix of frustration and resignation. She scoffs in agreement, acknowledging the whirlwind of emotions we both are experiencing.

"Hm.. yeah," she said quietly, trying to make sense of the jumble of thoughts swirling in my mind. This year has been a rollercoaster of ups and downs, leaving us both feeling lost and unsure of what the future holds.

As I finished washing the plates and placing them back where I had grabbed them from, I turned around to find Angela standing there with her arms crossed, looking somewhat nervous. "You know what?" she said suddenly, her voice wavering slightly.

"Let's go on a date and see what happens. I mean, we've known each other for a year and a half now, and I believe we can give this a shot without any complications getting in the way."

I was taken aback by her sudden proposal and couldn't help but ask, "So, you're actually suggesting we go on a date?" Angela nodded eagerly, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Yes, let's go to a nice Italian restaurant, have a meal, talk, and just see how things go from there. What do you say?" She seemed hopeful, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of exploring this new chapter in our friendship.

I hesitated for a moment, contemplating the possibility of going out on a date with Angela to see how things would unfold. Our friendship had blossomed over the past year and a half, and with the current year bringing a myriad of surprises, I felt inclined to take the leap, knowing that it wouldn't hurt to give it a try.

"Alright," I relented, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I observed Angela's face lighting up with excitement.

"Let's take the risk and see where it leads us." Her cheerful response and bright smile only fueled my anticipation.

"Yes! That's the Amanda I know!" Angela exclaimed with a hint of enthusiasm in her voice. I chuckled softly at her infectious energy, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension bubbling within me.

"Shall we go tomorrow?" I inquired, removing my apron and hanging it on a nearby hook. "I have no work scheduled for tomorrow," I added.

"Perfect, I'm free too. Let's make it happen tomorrow," Angela confirmed with a mischievous grin. "I'm feeling a whirlwind of emotions – excitement, nerves, and a hint of fear, but I can't wait to see how this unfolds," we shared a quiet laugh, cementing our agreement with a nod and a smile.

"It's a date, Angela," I affirmed, a sense of optimism painting my features.

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