You Chose Mine

Chapter 6

The TV was on but my mind was in another place; stuck between the thoughts of my new t-shirt design, my feelings for Luke, and the fact that the creators of Once Upon a Time created yet another plot twist that made me want to scream into a pillow. The battle between Regina and Emma made me think of the battle for Luke. I didn’t want to fight over him; I so badly wish I could compete with her but, I just know I can’t. Every girl has their insecurities and I have been able to pin point mine since Kennedy arrived in my life, ever since I employed her she’s been the best thing and sometimes the worst thing.

They kissed today.

I never thought I could feel shitty because of something Kennedy’s done, or something Kennedy’s taken away from me. I could see it even from the distance, they we’re both happy.  Ashton noticed when I stopped being so happy, and he sort of pieced two and two together. Ashton’s such a sweet guy, sweeter than I originally thought, he moved me further away from the sight of them and told to ‘concentrate on today’ and how this is a ‘bond time’ or a time to get to know each other, I don’t know.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by a sudden knock on the door, ‘It’s nearly midnight’ I thought to myself. I walked over to the door and looked out the peep hole, a wave of confusion rushed through me as I opened the door.

“Hello” I spoke dazedly, “It’s nearly midnight” I said.

“I know, I texted you and when you wouldn’t answer…” Luke’s voice trailed off when suddenly I remembered I had it turned off.

“Not to be rude or anything but, how… – why are you here?”  I really shouldn’t be questioning why Luke Hemmings is at my door and just invite him in.

“Sorry, if it’s a bad time…” I shook my head and gestured him in without words.

He closed the door behind him before he followed me into the living room, I turned to see his eyes scanning the place for nothing and anything. “Do you want to sit down?” I asked, still slightly confused as to why he is here.

“I wanted to talk to you about Kennedy” he spoke slowly. My heart sank down into my chest a little further than earlier today ‘why couldn’t he of done this over text?’ I questioned to myself, ‘duh Shannon! You turned off your phone dickhead’

“Kennedy? What about her?” I suppose I expected this, or at least I should have. Kennedy is a model and I’m the designer, the model is always the first one to be seen in the catwalk show and the designer or company owner is the last one.

“Yeah, do you know why she’s… all over me?” he asked, I felt another wave of confusion wash over me as his expressed changed to match mine.

“Wait, you can’t see it?” he shook his head, “Christ, even Ashton can see it” I mumbled. He chuckled at me.

“I get it she likes me, but does she always act like...” I nodded.

“Always”

“Like, I like her… I like her a lot but…” he trailed off once more leaving and empty space for words that he could seem to form.

“Do you want anything to eat? Or drink? I have a feeling we might be here for a while” he nodded before following me into the kitchen. I began to boil the kettle and threw a bag of crisps at him, “Always keep a stack in the house for moments like these” I told him.

“So, you have guys turning up at your apartment, at midnight to talk about Kennedy?” I nodded as I made my tea.

“Yep, sometimes I do group sessions if there’s too many” I heard him chuckle from behind me.