Dricki: Boyfriend For Hire

Chapter 24

            After a tiring yet productive Friday, I was on my way home, trying to call Justine like crazy. I was very worried because we haven't spoken since yesterday when she disappeared with Cuddles and didn't text me back. But I'll give her some space and let her be herself.

After all, I've got bigger things to worry about.

Numerous situations run through my mind. One was Justine giving up on this silly idea of couples' therapy, but then again she's not one to back away from her own word. Then I see myself blooming at home from waiting so long for an Aubrey that would never showed up. But another side of me was picturing me in a gown and him in a nice suit at a candlelight dinner at a fancy restaurant with lots of champagne.

Of course those visions were shaken off by the familiar sensation of butterflies in my stomach. Anxiety takes over me.

Have I ever mentioned that I hate being attached to someone? I use this word instead of the L one because it makes things sound less dramatic than they really so in the end I wouldn't have so much reasons to cry for months if I got my heart broken.

Since I've finally come to my senses and admitted that I'm deeply attached to Aubrey, I need to end it. The problem is that the person that I'm attached to despises me and only sees problems when he looks at me. And that is not healthy. Just look at the old cliché of being in l... I mean, attached to the wrong person next thing they know they're drowning in their own puddle of tears and fulling themselves with gallons of ice cream. And I, Onika Maraj, refuse to go down that road. Not again.

As I arrive home, I get a text from Justine telling me that she's on a trip and the signal there is poor so I shouldn't bother trying to call her. Great. Not even my SOS friend is available. What if this not-a-date, doesn't go as planned? Who am I suppose to rely to? I really don't know how to deal with this situation and she's the one who's putting me through it.

My rational side says that Aubrey wasn't going to show up. I recall him saying that would come by at eight and it's already ten past eight.

Candlelight dinner at a fancy restaurant with lots of champagne scene, scratched. On the bright side I wouldn't look like a fool all dressed for to be stood up.

The first thing I do when I was inside the house was order some Chinese food, if I was to end up the night alone, might as well end it well and laughing at whatever the fortune cookie says. Then I go and take a shower and stay there for a good time relaxing under the lukewarm water before throwing on some shorts, a white tank top and a hoodie for when I open the door. I wouldn't want to have one of those awkward moments when the delivery guy stares at my boobs.

Comfortable and simple, I know, but hey, nothing better than classic animation movies to complete. I was debating between watching The Lion King and Toy Story when the doorbell announced that my food was here.

I open the door still digging in my purse for some dollar bills when I recognise the boots that rested on my welcome doormat. I slowly look up ready to meet his hazel eyes.

As usually, that goofy grin of his was flashing at me.

"Good thing I gave up on a suit before I came here." He says referring to my attire. I could feel a rush of red pigment heating my cheeks.

"I thought you weren't coming anymore."

"I thought that it though ... I brought ice cream." He raises the plastic bag containing the ice cream tub "I couldn't find an appropriate wine at the convenience store."

"How inconvenient." I give him space to walk in. He was dressed in the same leather jacket as the one he had when we first met, some jeans and those Timberland boots he seems to love.