Lizzie's POV
Days flew by in a haze, relishing each other's presence, discovering one another intimately, and indulging in passionate moments. Despite numerous texts from friends, I remained silent, ignoring them all. Brad's attempts dwindled; his calls and messages ceased. Meanwhile, I acquainted myself with Jake Adams.
On a dreary Saturday afternoon, we find ourselves in the living room. Jake occupies the couch while I'm nestled on a cushion on the floor. His hands tend to my hair: drying, combing, and applying oil. We've just emerged from the shower, and I've washed my hair. The soothing strains of country music fill the room from the TV as we share laughter. Despite the tranquility of the house, our mirth resonates within its walls.
Engrossed in conversation, we debate passionately over which option holds superiority.
Lost in our debate, we fail to notice the subtle sound of the door opening and closing until a gentle throat clearing pulls us from our conversation. Turning in surprise, we find ourselves face to face with four unexpected guests—my friends.
The first, with short, dark brown hair and the demeanor of an artist, stands with a curious expression. Beside her, a woman of about 5'6", adorned with striking red hair and emerald eyes, radiates the poise of a stay-at-home wife married to a business magnate.
Next, a vivacious woman with black and blue hair, standing at 5'3", exudes an infectious energy. She's known for her witty banter and her passion for songwriting, despite never having recorded any of her compositions. She's married to a lecturer, and her lively presence fills the room with an immediate warmth.
The final figure appears shy, her words few, but her smile is ever-present. With straight brown hair cascading around her shoulders and eyes the color of burnt orange, she possesses the elegance of a model, heightened by her statuesque height. Currently pursuing her PhD in law while married to a doctor, she embodies intelligence and grace.
As they stand before us, each with her unique aura, it's evident that their presence will add an unexpected twist to our afternoon.
Internally chiding myself, I mentally deliver a resounding slap for not being more vigilant. Note to self: change the locks—can't have unexpected guests barging in whenever I have company, especially now with a guy around.
Looking at Jake, he has a playful expression. A boyish grin. He faces me and winks. Being the hospitable person he is, he stands on his feet and heads over to them. He reaches his hand out and greets every one of them. Red hair and emerald eyes introduces herself as Scarlette. Artist with short, dark brown hair: Mia. Witty songwriter with black and blue hair: Harper. Shy PhD student with straight brown hair and orange-like eyes: Amber.
As Jake graciously welcomes them in, heading off to the kitchen to fetch refreshments, my girlfriends stand awkwardly, unsure of what to do. But as soon as he's out of sight, they rush over to my side, enveloping me in a flurry of squeals and giggles, filling my ears with their infectious excitement.
"He's hot," Harper exclaims, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Girl, why didn't you tell us you have company?" Scarlett chimes in, a playful pout forming on her lips. "Look at the way we're dressed." I can't help but laugh at her playful jab, feeling a surge of affection for my friends despite the unexpected intrusion.
"So this is why you've been ignoring our calls," Mia remarks, raising one eyebrow in playful accusation. "But hey, you did good, girl. I'm proud! Where did you get him?" Her inquiry trails off as Jake approaches with a tray of juice, prompting a sudden silence from Mia as she awaits my response.
Jake settles down next to me, handing me a glass with a gentle smile. "Here, babe," he says softly, his warmth radiating as he joins our circle. A chorus of "awws" emanates from my friends, and I realize it's time to properly introduce Jake to them.
"Girls, this is Jake Adams, my man," I announce proudly, turning to face Jake, my eyes sparkling with admiration.
"We met the night you took me out after finding out Brad was a cheater and a self-absorbed asshole," I gesture towards my friends, a hint of triumph in my voice. The girls give me a knowing look.
"Mmm hmm, if it weren't for all the tequila shots you forced down my throat, I wouldn't have had the courage to approach this wonderful man," I jest, leaning my head on Jake's shoulder as he affectionately kisses the crown of my head.
As my friends shout and celebrate around us, I bask in peace and love. Glancing around at the faces of those gathered, I feel a profound sense of happiness. Turning to Jake, I explain how I met these wonderful girls in college.
"My parents didn't want me to stay on campus," I start, reminiscing. "But when I first stepped into NYU, I fell in love with the place. I wanted to experience college life to the fullest, without my parents hovering around me." I pause, a smile tugging at my lips as I recall the memories.
"So, I ran away from home and got a room at the hostel. That's where I met Scarlette," I continue, nodding towards my vivacious friend. "She was a free spirit, always partying day and night. She was cool." I chuckle softly, remembering those carefree days.
"She introduced me to her inner circle, and that's how I came to know the rest of these amazing girls," I conclude, feeling grateful for the bond we share.
As Scarlette begins to recount the tale of our wild night at her boyfriend's party, a playful glint in her eye, I can't help but laugh.
"Oh, remember that time?" I interject, joining in on the storytelling. "Scarlette was so wasted that she started crying and poured beer all over herself!"
The room erupts in laughter as Scarlette blushes, her cheeks tinged with embarrassment but a grin spreading across her face nonetheless. Moments like these, filled with shared laughter and fond memories, make our friendship bond special.
Amidst the chatter and laughter of our friends, I glance at Jake, only to find him already gazing back at me. At that moment, the rest of the room fades away as I become lost in the depths of his eyes. Despite the stories of our adventures swirling around us, all I can focus on is the connection between us, a silent understanding that speaks volumes without a word.
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Fleckless
FantasyHe's a broken soul, cold and heartless. Hard to trust and even harder to be with. She is a kind soul. Easy to fall for but harder to leave.
