We're Human, Without the Apostrophe

Chapter 2 - Make Up or Break Up

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Three days.

It had been three whole days since I had the fight with Eric. The first two hours I had spent pathetically crying. I blame the wine.

After a nice long pep talk and good night's sleep, I had pushed him aside and gone along with my life. My dad called to tell me he had scheduled the flight and I was to leave tomorrow afternoon. It was amazing how he did it, considering getting a last minute flight during the holidays was near impossible. But I guess my dad's wealth and influence had its perks.

My BFF Gianna was in town so when she called to meet up for breakfast, I couldn't have been happier. Spending time with Gi was always fun. She was like a clone of me, personality wise of course. We could be away for months at a time but when we'd meet up again, we could talk shît and laugh at stupid jokes like time had never passed.

"So how are you and that hottie Eric?" Gianna grinned knowingly. I sighed and told her about my problem, from my dad's call to the fight. Like the good friend she was, Gianna listened to everything.

"Am I overreacting, Gi? Honest."

Gianna thought it over before giving me an answer. "I don't know. I mean it is a little strange but maybe he's afraid of commitment. Most guys are."

"What do you mean?" I asked, popping the slice of pancake in my mouth.

"I mean, not many guys can look a father in their face and tell him 'I've been frickle frackling your daughter'."

I cracked a smile. "I guess I couldn't blame him. I'd be scared shitless of my dad, too." I sighed, tapping my fork on the plate. "So you think I should talk to him?"

"I think it's best. You can't just leave for a month on bad terms. Unless you actually want to break up, of course."

I groaned. "I don't know what I want. One second I'm kissing him senseless and the next we're fighting. When I'm with him, he's all I think about. But when he's gone, I don't feel that same intensity, you know?" Gi shook her head. I buried my face in my hands. "Maybe I'm bi-polar."

Gianna laughed. "Probably. But either way, I think you should call him. Either to work things out or break things off."

As if somehow she could summon him, my phone began to buzz and a picture of Eric and I kissing flashed across the screen.

"It's him," I hissed, as if I talked any louder he'd hear.

Gianna rolled her eyes. "Answer it."

I sighed, pressing accept. "Hello?"

"Alison, it's good to hear your voice."

I should feel happy. Or angry. Right? Then why did I feel nothing. His voice had no effect on me. I didn't feel butterflies or anger. It was strange that I hadn't talked to the man I claimed to love and I felt fine. Maybe it was because I knew he wasn't going anywhere. That he'd wait for me to come around. Like he always did.