In Love With My Gay Friend (EDITING)

Chapter Thirty: EPILOGUE

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Andee Moran

5 years after,

        "Yes. I'm out." I groaned, stabucks on my right hand and phone on the other. Bag on my shoulder and a paper with Ellis' address for my new apartment written on it. How I managed to balance them all, I don't know. I called it, Human Flexibility.

        "Yes, Ellis. I'm just waiting for a cab!" I exclaimed.

        I was going to my new apartment that Ellis had newly recommended for me. She said that the apartment is all cleared up—furnitures and all those yadas. My bed was up there already, kitchen utensils, couches, stools, shelves and closets, everything was good and all that was left was me to be there.

        A week.

        Weeks had passed since we stayed at a hotel and eat all my insecurities and excitement for the new apartment. We needed a new apartment because our old place sucked.

        "Don't yell at me through the phone—hey! Taxi!" I yelled before I wolf-whistled. It abruptly held into a halt and I muttered a 'thank God' and finally slumped my body down.

        Oh, my shoulder died.

        "I'm down. Hold on." I said to Ellis. "This place please." I gave the paper to the driver and just then, he accelerated, pushing me slightly back my seat and relaxed.

        "Okay. What now?" I asked Ellis.

        "I'm currently on my tie down moment here. Customers are really short this time." I heard her sighed through the phone. "How's work?"

        "Stress. As usual. Though, I'm starting slow. It's really hard to adjust for the mean time you know?" I ran my hand up my hair before taking a sip at my coffee.

        "How's Gilian?" I asked her.

        "She's good. She had tried standing for at least minutes earlier. It was a good news for a nine-month baby." She softly chuckled.

        You see, Ellis finally had a daughter named Gilian. She was an angel. Ellis was married later last year to a chef too. He was french. And we know Ellis' attraction to french men. I was busy to my love life without even knowing that Ellis and Marcus—yes that's his name—was finally stepping out on the white line and advancing to another level.

        When I left 5 years before, Ellis then informed me that she was engaged! Like OMG. I was happy for her that time and I really wanted to go home, not only for a week extension for a school tour before I graduated I congratulated her.

        She flew back to the state and decided to make her own shop. She was a chef and so does her lucky husband.

        "Cute." I said. "Thanks for the keys by the way. I got it earlier from Maxene."

        "Hitting on Maxene now, aren't we?" Ellis accused.

        I chuckled before I shook my head, "She's married Ellis. Give me a break."

        "Yeah? Fine." She scoffed. "Anyways, it's good that they got it delivered for you." She said happily. "Hey? Guess what?"

        I stopped midway from drinking my coffee. "What?" I coughed.

        "You guess."

        "I'm lazy for that."

        "Come on. Where's the fun in that?" I heard her pouted. Wow. What a dick, Andee.