PURE HONEY | spencer agnew

1.31

   IT FELT LIKE HOURS of standing in front of the wooden door in front of her, although it was still less than a minute. Her hand hovered over, hand slightly shaking as she tried to muster up the courage to knock.

   Layla dropped her hand with a sigh, running a hand through her hair before finally knocking on the door three times. She dropped her hand once more, finding the other and picking at her cuticles.

   It didn't take long for the door to open, Indigo standing on the other side. She looked confused at Layla as the blonde girl's heart raced, not knowing what to say or do.

   She smiled at her friend that was standing in the doorway, although she wasn't sure how genuine it was shining through. Indigo didn't smile back, but instead pushed her lips together, glancing to the side instead of making eye contact.

   "Can we talk?" Layla asked with a low voice, practically begging to come inside and ask for forgiveness.

   She took into account what Spencer had told her the previous week, and definitely agreed with his point of view. But there was also a part of her that wanted Indigo to admit that she also wasn't right, but Layla knows her a little too well. It's hard for her to admit she's wrong.

   Indigo shrugged, and moved out of the way, allowing Layla to step through the doorway. Just by her response, Layla knew how this was going to go.

   The two made their way to the kitchen, Indigo standing on one side of the kitchen island, Layla sitting on the stool across from her. An awkward silence fell on the room as Layla tried to figure out what to say. She took a deep breath, keeping her hands in her lap.

   "Look, we need to communicate like adults. Because we are. I know where I went wrong. You were more than valid to feel the way that you did, and I apologize that that happened in my business. It isn't right." Layla took a breath, resting her hands on the counter.

   Indigo nodded, "Thank you-"

   "But you have to also understand from a business perspective why you can't be doing that, right?" Layla continues trying to get Indigo to see it from her perspective.

   Indigo scoffed. "No, I can't see it that way. I will never let someone be rude to me just for a minimum wage." She says while leaning onto the counter in front of her, trying to hold herself higher and with more confidence.

   "You don't see how being rude to customers is bad for the business I've spent years of my life on?" Layla asks, starting to get irritated that she seems to not even care. She breathed out, not even able to understand anymore.

   Indigo slammed a hand down onto the counter. "You don't see how standing up for myself is so much more important?"

   "Well if it's that important to you don't worry about any of your other shifts." Layla stood up from the stool. "Obviously my career and your job isn't that important to you."

   "Are you kidding?"

   Layla stopped in her tracks on her way back to the front door, and turned to look at the girl she once called a friend. "We've been friends for a decade now. You know better than to ask that."

   The moment her car door closed behind her, Layla's tense shoulders dropped as she took a shaky breath, holding back her tears. She pulled out of the driveway and drove straight home.

   While at a red light, Layla grabbed her phone from the cup holder and opened Spencer's contact. She texted him with shaky hands and tears in her eyes, "i fired indigo" then immediately put her phone back in its previous spot as the light turned green in front of her.

   She blinked her tears away, then wiped her eyes, taking a deep breath. It didn't take long for her to get back to her apartment building, parking in her usual spot and heading straight up to her floor, not bothering to greet the front desk manager like she usually would.

   Finally up in her apartment and back in bed, Layla checked her phone. Spencer had responded with a short and sweet text, asking if she was okay and if she needed anything. As much as she wanted to, all she could do was turn off her phone and fall back asleep.

   A small shake of her body woke her up, her wanting to immediately close her eyes and go back to sleep. Before deciding that's what she wanted to do, she looked around. And there was Spencer, sitting next to her, a hand resting on her knee that was covered by the blanket.

   "How'd you get in?" Layla asked, then cleared her throat from how hoarse she sounded.

   "Londyn let me in, but she's already on her way back home." He responded as she once again closed her eyes with a sigh, eyes feeling heavy. "You okay?"

   Layla nodded her head with a hum, opening her eyes and sitting up. She leaned against the headboard, bringing her knees up causing Spencer's hand to fall. "I've been better, that's for sure."

   "Well, we can stay in and watch movies for the rest of the night? Or I can go home if you want to be alone right now." Spencer says then adjusted the way he was sitting at the edge of the bed.

   Layla nodded, "No, that would be nice. We could also keep watching Gilmore Girls?"

   "Yeah, whatever you want." Spencer smiled sweetly at her, then leaned in and kissed her gently. "I'll go grab some snacks." She nodded with a smile, watching him lovingly as he left the room.