Once a Reject

K

I'm starting this back up.
K for Kyle you bitch.
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It was now 7:45 pm and I'm really starting to panic. Like crazy batshit mom kind of panic. I was cleaning all surfaces and kicking all residents out of my house.

"Vicki, do me this one solid and go to like Natasha's house or something!" She rolled her eyes, but grabbed her jacket and house keys and walked out the door.

"You owe me!" And the door was slammed. Tidying up the kitchen is what kept me busy until it was 8:10 and no one was here yet. I then was having an anxiety attack.

Biting my nails and pacing back and fourth I heard my phone buzz and the doorbell ring. Picking up my phone I read the text as I walked towards the door.

Kyle: hey something came up. I'm gonna have to rain check.

I stopped my journey to the door and read the text a hundred times over. The ring of the doorbell again broke my train thought. And I started walking to the door again.

Me: okay yeah! Another time.

I pocketed my phone and sucked in my feelings ready to greet whoever is on the other side.

"Vicki, I thought you grabbed," I put my hand on the doorknob and swung it open, "your house keys." My eyes go wide when I see Garret standing in front of me. Ready to close the door his hand shoots out and stops me.

"Wait! Um, nothing's going on tonight and I'm home alone so I thought I'd come here." He halfway smiled.

"Sorry my door isn't open to people who leave me as their third choice." And yet my door was wide fucking open for Kyle.

"Marx please. I just need someone to talk to." My inner moral compass (who knew I had one) was spinning so I let him in.

"Sorry my house is unusually clean, I was expecting someone else to come over." I sat down on the couch next to Garret who sat at the edge and very tense.

"Someone was supposed to come over? Like a date?" I nodded my head.

"They canceled last minute though." I played with the fringe in the throw pillow and looked up to see Garret staring at me.

"That was stupid of them." I just sighed and got up.

"I'm gonna go change. A make yourself comfortable or whatever." Running up stairs I threw on a sweatshirt and adidas pants. Coming back down the stairs I saw Garret there in the same position jut more in thought.

"Are you gonna tell me what's wrong or?" Sitting next to him, much closer this time, I put my hand on his back and rubbed it. It always got him talking.

"I think my Dad is cheating on my mom and I think my mom knows because I found divorce papers in her night stand." My hand stopped rubbing for second, but continued when I had my thoughts together.

"I'm sorry. That's not fair to you and what kind of role model is your dad setting." He just looked at me and I saw tears forming in his eyes.

"I really want to kiss you."

"Garret.." I pulled my hand away and found the will power to get up, "you're not going to drown your sorrows with sex and if you really want to you're not going to get it with me." Garret looked up and said,

"Can we at least watch a movie and cuddle." I've never seen Garret look so vulnerable. Maybe he's making an effort?

"Sure." I grabbed the remote and flipped on some movie where the synopsis sounded interesting. Garret laid down and I laid down in front of him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face into my neck.

"Thank you." Was all he said. I grabbed his hand as way to say your welcome.

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The sound of the front door slamming woke me up. The living room was dark and lack of heat made me guess Garret was no longer at my side. I hear footsteps paddling against the wood floors coming closer to me. I get a bit excited thinking Garret didn't exactly leave. When my sister walks through the archway I became deflated.

"Well that was anticlimactic." My sister just gave me a weird look and came to sit next to me.

"So you didn't want me to know Garret was here?" She threw hands in the air and sat back as if it was weird.

"It's embarrassing." I lamely reply. She just sighs and rests her head on my shoulder.

"That's your life."

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I found the will power and the inspiration to start this back up. Don't yell at me.

Stay classy
Stay sassy
And don't
Be a
BITCH
-Marg.