Same Streets

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*HE KISSED ME!!*

*HEY!!! Did you get my text? GEOFF FREAKING KISSED ME! I am dying!*

*UGH where are you?! Call me wen you

get this*

I texted Candice over and over but got nothing back. I laid in bed listening to the rain and thought about Geoff. If he said he could just be my friend but kissed me, what does that mean? Am I prepared to enter into another relationship? Does he think I am just up for hooking up? WHAT DID HE DO?! I'm never going to get any sleep tonight. I looked over at my phone which still had no new messages. As I sighed in hopelessness I uh he's in my head phones, put on The Cure and pulled the blanket over my head, hoping for sleep.

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*RING*

*RING*

I shot up in my bed as the sound of my phone rang through the tiny white wire into my left ear. I searched frantically through my bed and my sweat shirt for my phone so I could pick it up or shut it off or perhaps call an ambulance because I was almost positive my left eardrum didn't exist anymore.

"He..hello" I said, trying to slow my heart rate and the shaking of my voice.

"Are you okay?" A friendly voice said over the phone.

"I'm fine. Who is this?"

"It's Geoff. I'm calling from a friends phone, I'm at work. I was wondering if you wanted to come to my house for dinner? I get off in an about 10 so how about 5?

"Wait... What time is it?" I was confused, I had just woken up and not voluntarily.

"It's about 3:50"

"Oh.. Okay sounds good. Just text me your address. I gotta go I'll see you soon" and with that I hung up. I couldn't believe it was already 4 pm and I hadn't even woke up. I couldn't be bothered with that though I had an hour to get ready!

I took a shower and did my hair.. I just wanted to be myself. Tonight was the night that I was going to ask him where we stood-where he saw us as... A couple.

*3682 e lexinton 10062. See you soon beautiful*

I read my phone and mapped his address. Fuck, he lives on the upper east side? I was more than confused but I had not time to think.

By the time I was ready to go I had 20 minutes to get there. I locked my door, hurried down the steps and held my arm out waving over a cab. " 3862 e lexinton please" I told the cabby as I shut the door.

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The can pulled up to a beautiful building. It was a mix of old Gotham city architecture and subtle modern accents, but I was now in the upper east side... Territory of girls like Blair Waldorf... NOT my maybe boyfriend who is in a band.

I walked up the concrete steps and rang the door. "It's open" Geoff yelled.

I opened the door and stepped into his home. I looked around for a

Moment while I was alone. Such interesting artwork filled the walls and shelves lined with books and records.. It was as if I lived here.

"Hey! I misses you" he said embracing me in a hug and kissing me again, this time it was more relaxed and enjoyable.

"So I made dinner. I'm not the best cook but I'm so tired of eating out" he grabbed my hand and walked me into the kitchen. It smelled so good. I felt like I was with someone else's

Boyfriend. Maybe it sounds mean but this isn't the grungy smelly band dude I was used to, in fact I wouldn't have been surprised if he was sleeping on his moms couch.

He played me some of his home made pasta and poured me a glass of wine.. My favorite.

"Thanks for making dinner. I had no idea you cooked! In fact I had no idea you had your own place" here i go again. Why don't I just eat my words for dinner.

He laughed. "Well that's kind of why I invited you over" he said putting his fork down.

" I really like you Hannah. You are so beautiful and special, you are too good for me and I knew it the

Moment I laid my eyes on you, but something in my gut told me to peruse you... But I feel like we

Know nothing about each other".

"Geoff.." I was smiling so big I felt

Lock jaw coming on.

"It's okay you don't have to say anything. I haven't been the most open so I'll go first"

I nodded in agreement.

" I'm a cartoonist. I prefer drawing up comic books but right out of school I was hired for Cartoon Channel. I illustrate a couple shows on there, but it's not what what makes me happy anymore". He paused.

"That's why I joined MCR, I love those guys and it's the best thing I have ever done, I feel like I truly get to be myself".

I waited to make sure he was done to speak.

" I'm happy for you. I'm happy that aside from a good job that you don't really like, you were able to find your nitche, that just makes me like you more" I didn't know what else to say, I was just so taken back by everything I had just found out. I didn't feel betrayed or lied to... Maybe I just felt relieved.

"Well, now that I have been upfront with you I need you to be upfront with me"

I felt my heart rate go up again. I liked up at him and waited for him to continue.

"Who is Jack and why did he hurt you so bad?"

The question echoed through out my brain like a siren. I dropped my fork onto my plate and averted eye contact.

I tried to avoid the dramatics I really did.

"Okay. Jack well.. I called him Jax. But anyway, Jax is my ex boyfriend. I met him while I was going to school. We dated for a while and then decided to move to Seattle after graduation and lives there for about 5 years together". I paused and took a deep breathe

"Sometime after 2 years of

Living in Seattle he started to cheat on me, with lots of women I found out. At first I just made

Myself ignore it, and then I would find more and

More evidence until one day I was trying to um,

Trying to balance our receipts for our tax returns and I found a receipt for $5,000.00... At Kay fuckin Jewelers.

I confronted him about it, and that night he left me. I guess the worse part is he told all out friends about the ring and they all told me. I guess we all thought the ring would be for me".

The room was silent. His eyes were full of sadness. He understood my pain and he always has, I think that's what drew me to him in the first place.

"I'm so sorry Hannah" he said coming over and giving me a hug. He knelt down in his knees and held my hand.

" no woman deserves to be treated like, especially not you. But you moving back to the city on your own and not letting it drive you crazy is admirable".

I smiled and buried my head into his chest. "I don't want to think about him anymore. I have you now and that's all I really want".

We cleaned up our plates and cuddled on the couch. He put on The Office and we talked some more, about healing and recovery. He held

My hand and I just closed my eyes and thanked god.