She carefully placed the sodden shirt in the laundry basket. She didn't know why she had such an attachment to that shirt. Yes, it fit great and had only become more comfortable with age but, there was something else, something she could never explain that had drawn her to that shirt. She bought it on her first trip into Boston without her parents; when her friends had taken her to Newbury Comics to pick out cool music. She bought the Dead Kennedys' Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables album and then, while her friends were all buying T.S.O.L. and Black Flag t-shirts, she picked out her Kinks shirt. They had razzed her about it but this shirt had called to her. Unlike the Dead Kennedys album, she still listened to the Kinks every once in a while and she still wore the shirt regularly. It was her go-to, most comfortable piece of clothing.
The shirt was soaked from her morning run because of the crazy humidity and because of the incredibly attractive man she had bumped into. She picked the shirt up again and checked that she had rinsed out the coffee he had spilled to ensure that her precious Kinks shirt would not be stained.
She couldn't believe she had said yes to meeting him. What was it about being on vacation that made people do crazy things? But this wasn't really like vacation. She was not in some distant land she would never return to; this was her home turf that she was seriously considering moving back to.
But if she didn't move back here there would be no future with this guy because she would be in California four weeks from now. Laney shook her head. What was wrong with her? He was a cute guy and they were just going to have coffee tomorrow morning. Nothing was going to come of this and there was no way she should be thinking about a relationship, not now.
She carefully laid the shirt in the laundry basket and thought of her friends; all the friends she was here to see. After being in California for ten years it had been a long time since she had seen some of them in person. Laney never expected to be coming home a loser.
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New England, New Romance
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