Bitch Be Gone

Chapter 26: Mess is Mine

5 YEARS LATER

Josh's P.O.V.

"Josh, I swear if you adjust your tie one more time, they're gonna have you locked up for OC-"

The overly-concerned look on my face was all it took for Marina to shut her mouth. I was rarely ever a serious person, but this was one of those peculiar situation when I went into my I-have-a-stick-up-my-ass modes. In contrary to Marina's earlier request, I continued to figet with my teal tie. I had some faded memory that she liked teal.

I felt a relieving touch on my shoulder, and turned around to see Marina with the best smile she could pull off in the moment. It was one of those smiles that meant, "I have no idea what to say, but I hope everything turns out alright." This smile basically summed up how I had been feeling all day.

"Josh and Marina. We're ready for you."

I stutter-stepped, but finally convinced myself to move forward slowly- and not so surely. Suddenly, I had an impulse feeling that something wasn't right. It didn't take me long to realize that it just didn't feel good for Marina to walk in with me. I mean, of course, I wanted her to be there. She was my girlfriend after all. It was extremley comforting having her calming- well, attempting to calm my nerves in the waiting room, but the real uneasy feeling wascoming from the idea of her walking into the room with me- the room that had her  sitting in it. The her I hadn't seen in years. The her  that has failed to trail from thoughts. The her  that I had always seemed to fight for since the day I fell for her. 

Before I knew it, I was in front of a heavy, dull door that looked like it was guarding the world's biggest treasure; the reality was that it was guarding a treasure I had been searching for for awhile now. I glanced nervously at Marina, somehow locking eyes with her but completly avoiding eye contact at the same time. Andrea was on the other side of that door, and I felt like I was back in high school again. It was like the I had just seen her yesterday, and that my feelings were just as strong for her as they were Senior year... and still, noone knew I even thought of her as anything more than a friend.

The slightly overweight blonde doctor had been babbling for a couple minutes about Andrea and our visit, but I had barely even looked up at her, let alone listened.

"-and she hasn't been super interactive lately, but if anything goes wrong, which it won'-"

"I thi... I think I just wanna go in alone."

The doctor, who I had failed to learn the name of, glanced back and forth between Marina and I impatiently, as if she had more important things to do. To me, it all seemed pretty important.

"I want what you want, sweetie. If you feel more comfortable going in alone, I understand." Her soft smile and the sound of relief in her voice reassured me even more that this was the right decision.

I gave a slight nod in reply. She returned the nod and sighed, " I guess I'll go wait in the living room, honey. I love you." She stood there for a couple seconds, and then I felt the draft from the lobby swirling up around my ankles, and then a click. I wasn't trying to be cold towards her, but the last thing I could thing about in that moment was showing any other emotion that wasn't nervousness. The next few minutes felt like an eternity. The wait for the doctor to return from wherever she had dissapeared to was brutal. I even caught my self biting my nails, something I hadn't done since I was 11.

Finally, after a grueling 13 minutes, I heard heels clicking from behind the corner of a long hallway.

"I am so sorry for the wait! I just had to finish up some paperwork!"