College Fiend [A$AP Rocky]

Twenty-seven

It was getting warmer.

May was over and it was now June 25th. Nothing had changed in the time between the day that I tried the method someone gave me on that forum website and today, a sunny and warm evening. Cars were outside playing loud, cheerful summer songs, and the jingle of ice cream trucks could be heard every few minutes. Although I preferred the colder seasons, the enthusiasm that comes with spring and summer always swayed my own mood, too.

We weren’t living in Maine’s home anymore, just as of two weeks. Quincy asked around until he finally found a three-bedroom apartment in Massachusetts. Wayne had moved up to Vermont at the end of May—I always thought that it was out of spite because I began to spend a lot more time with Quincy, but I never brought it up to him. He’d only deny it, anyway. Now that we were moving, though, we’d be closer to him and I would be able to make up for time lost.

Our apartment in Massachusetts was in the same neighborhood as the house that we’d thought belonged to my mother. It looked like the same block, actually, only the houses were apartments. I sat inside one of the considerably large bedrooms, propped on a beanie-chair under the window. From this view, I could see most everything that was happening outside.

From this view, I wished I could see Wayne. He never called anymore, and when he did, it was only brief because he would rush me off the phone, saying that I probably had something to get back to. Of course, he was referring to Quincy. I hated making him feel as if I didn’t love him more than I could imagine, and if there was one thing I could take back, it’d be neglecting him. It felt like having children and treating one better than the other, and then regretting it later on. Did he have a girlfriend of his own, now? That thought made me shiver each time it came, even in this weather. I stopped thinking of that and the other frightening possibilities. Instead, I put on some slippers and went outside to wait for Quincy to get home from work.

Yes, work. He’d gotten a job with the postal service, delivering packages all over the neighborhood. As soon as I went outside, though, I saw his navy blue and red uniform from down the block. He flashed a loving smile when he reached me, delivering a kiss to my lips before taking us inside.

“How was your day?” I asked him.

“It was just a regular workday, really,” Quincy replied, sitting on a stool in the kitchen. Immediately, I opened the fridge to see about his dinner. Maybe a casserole? No, that would take too long. He was probably hungry. But whatever he ate, I had to eat also, and I’d been wanting to diet for a while.

“Any strange boxes?”

“No, everything looked like a regular package.” He laughed.

“What do you want for dinner? I think I want to make those potato salad wraps that you like.”

“How’d you know I was going to ask you to make those?”

“I know you too well by now.” I smiled and snaked my arms around his neck, giving him a sweet, I-missed-you-today kiss. As pathetic as it was in reality, every time I so much as touched Quincy, I thought of Wayne and what it would be like to treat him the same way. But Wayne wasn’t here. He chose to leave for Vermont; I didn’t force him. Who knows what would have happened if he’d stayed? I could have changed my mind. He only moved two weeks after I made my decision, anyway. Another week and maybe I would be back on his side. They both knew how indecisive I was.

“You’re not a psychic, are you?” Quincy teased, whispering to me with his forehead touching mine. I laughed and wriggled away from him as he tickled my sides lightly.

“Maybe, maybe not. You’ll never know.” I cooed. The clock on the wall read half-past-six, which meant that I needed to start cooking as soon as possible to have dinner ready by seven.