Lola and the Rolling Stone

Chapter 29

Lola moved around in bed trying to get comfortable in the middle of the night. Through her tossing and turning she heard her phone buzz.

Lo, remember those silly things that say that couples shouldn't go to bed mad at each other? Why are we doing that tonight?

"Ughhhh." she groaned holding the bright phone up to her face squinting her eyes. "Because. I was mad." she said out loud as she typed. She rolled back over in bed hoping that her phone didn't buzz again. She closed her eyes for what felt like five minutes hearing it buzz again, this time more than once. She grabbed it answering it. "Hi."

"Babbbyyyy." he playfully whined. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Vegas."

"Bruno, my heart broke when I saw you leave." she told him. "It was like just seeing you leave made me feel like part of me was missing."

"Lo, are you sure you're not still asleep?" he asked her confused by the way she was responding to him.

"I talked to Bianca. We talked for a while about it. It was kind of a moment." she whispered trying not to wake up her roommates.

"A moment?" he laughed.

"Yeah. A moment." she said mysteriously.

"But you're not going to elaborate?" he wondered.

"One year without watching the ball drop won't kill me." she answered. "Being with you will be better, anyway." she told him.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "I told them I needed a few more days to look over everything."

"Bruno...." she said worried. "You didn't need to do that. We aren't married and it wouldn't have been that big of deal..."

"But it was to you earlier today....which is it?" he responded.

"Because I wasn't thinking about it in the right way. I was thinking about it like I would, not like the two of us."

"So we had our first fight and now you're okay?" he asked still very confused.

"Yeah. I think so. It was my fault." she said propping the phone up using a pillow. "Bruno...I'm tired."

"It's only 11 here...." he told her.

"Yeah. Well. It's 3 in the morning and I need to be up at 7...." she yawned.

"Okay, baby. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Have a good day at work." he said to her sweetly.

"Good night, Brunz." she whispered hearing one of her roommates walking to the bathroom.

By seven in the morning Lola sat at the dining room table with her phone in one hand and a coffee cup in another. "Good morning, Madi." she said in a groggy tone seeing her friend walk toward the TV turning it on.

"When did you get off the phone with the Rolling Stone?" Madi asked over the morning news.

"Like 3:30. It wasn't that long." she answered sipping her coffee. "But whatever. If you're going to judge me..." she joked. "I need to get ready for work."

"Yeah. Okay. Whatever." Madelyn rolled her eyes.

Lola took her long walk to work in a daze, still trying to figure out what she was feeling. Am I just that lonely that I can't stand a day without him? Do I miss him? Do I not miss him? Is it his voice? Is it him just being there? Am I in love with him? Was my mom right? Is this something I write about? Or is it just something that stays in my head for days until I just explode? "Fuck." she sighed a bit too loudly sitting on the subway.

"Is everything okay, dear?" a woman in her mid thirties asked.

"Yeah. Well. I don't know. Maybe. But I'll be fine." she said completely confused by her emotions and by the random person asking her about her life, so completely un New York.

"I'm sorry. I just thought you might be in trouble or something." the woman asked.

"No. I'm okay. My boyfriend is a mess. I'm a mess. That's it." she shrugged standing up to get away from the nosy person that was kind of weird. That was so weird. She thought standing up to get away from the woman. God I hope I wasn't imagining things. She said seeing the woman disappear at the next stop. Yeah. She was real. A few minutes later Lola walked up to her desk sitting down scanning the e-mails that she had already read while at home. Through her catch-up she heard a vibration on her phone. That's weird. She thought. It's too early for it to be Bruno but it's too early for all my crap e-mails....

Re: Your application

Dear Ms. Delores Mallman,

Thank you for your recent submission to Buzzfeed and your interest in the available Beauty Editor and Media Manager position at our Los Angeles bureau. We would like to set up a time to talk to you about this opportunity to see if you would make a good fit within our company. We look forward to hearing from you.

Regards,

Buzzfeed Staff Human Capital

While reading the e-mail she gasped confused about what was going on. Who sent this? I didn't send it? How did it get to my e-mail? Who has been close to my computer? Who had access to my stuff?

"You good, Lo?" Penny asked sitting down with her light brown hair in a high bun and her make-up done lightly.

"Just a little confused." Lola said. "Or maybe not confused. Maybe it's the opposite." she said with a smile.

"What are you talking about?" Penny asked taken aback by Lola's perceived existential crisis.

"I think I need to move to LA." she told her co-worker.