When people say you never know what you have until it's gone, they really do mean it. For Andy Edwards, she's been through enough in her lifetime to know that she can't always get what she wants. Life just keeps throwing her curveballs and there are...
"Okay, Martha, have a good day!" I yelled to my co-worker as I walked out of the building. It smelled of old beer and stale cigarettes in the bar, something I could never get used to. I sighed once I reached the fresh air, taking a few deep breaths to relax myself. Although I didn't mind working in the bar, the constant noise and music could easily cause a headache.
I reached my car and unlocked it before climbing in, instantly turning it on. I was ready to relax for the night in my bathtub, enjoying the break I hadn't had in a few weeks. I grabbed my phone from the center console and noticed that Lexie had called me. I instantly called her back, allowing the call to go through my car.
"Okay, I know this is the first break you are getting in, like a month. But I wanted to see if you wanted to go out tonight. Before you say no, that hot guy from that one party is going and he's wanting to see you again. He really likes you, Andy. Come on, do it for your best friend." Although I loved her, I knew her persuasion skills sucked. She was sweet and usually got what she wanted, but not from me. I knew how she worked and I knew exactly how to avoid it.
"I have a friend coming over. An extremely good looking guy from the bar. Don't worry, he's not married, or he might be. Who knows?" I smirked, turning my blinker on as Lexie sighed into her phone.
"You're a real bitch, you know? I wish I could get any man I wanted, I can barely get a man. Maybe I should just become a lesbian, maybe I would get lucky. You would sleep with me, right?"
I chuckled, "Sorry, no can do. I most definitely like men."
She sighed, "Yeah, me too. Well, have fun tonight. I'll just tell Charlie that you have to work late or something, I don't know. Love you!" She hung up before I could reply. I rolled my eyes and pulled out of the parking lot. I ignored the call coming in, not wanting to wreck.
When I stopped at a stoplight, I pulled my hair up into a messy bun. The air was sticky; the Summer heat was getting the better of me. Sweat collected on my forehead and I swiped it away quickly. I hated feeling so gross but I loved this weather. Fall wasn't too far away and I was ready for a little breeze in the air.
Thankfully I only lived a few miles from the bar. I sighed once I pulled into the parking spot to my apartment building. There was a moving truck parked in my spot, blocking many spaces in the process. I whipped into my neighbor's spot, my eyebrows pulled together. I grabbed my bag from the passenger seat and slammed the door shut. A few men were carrying a couch through the small doors and smiled once they noticed me.
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"Um, can you move your truck? It's blocking my spot." I slung my bag up my arm further, looking between the two men.
One of the men chuckled, "Landlord told us we could use the spots to finish moving. Sorry. If you want to talk to the boss upstairs, go right ahead. Apartment 409B." I rolled my eyes and marched through the door. 410B was my apartment number, which meant I had a new neighbor. How wonderful. I grabbed my phone out of my purse while I waited for the elevator and noticed Adam had called.
