Almost 24 hours passed without acknowledging each other. I slept on her couch again, which was very uncomfortable compared to her bed. I hadn't eaten anything either. When Bailey left for work I decided this was stupid. I should have just appreciated that Bailey wanted to take me somewhere. Not everything was about me, even if I was dying.
I stood up and threw a jacket on. Once I got outside it occurred to me I had no idea which bar Bailey worked at or how to get there. I searched up nearby bars on my phone and there was one a third of a mile away. I smiled and hugged my jacket as the night winds blew. I followed the directions on my phone and speed walked.
Outside the bar was a rose bush. Bailey was more likely to forgive me if I had a rose, right? I reached in to pull one out.
"Ouch!" I muttered as a thorn cut my hand while I pulled a rose. I shook out my hand and examined the rose. It was full and perfect. I walked in crossing my fingers that this was the right place.
I immediately saw Bailey making a drink. I sat down right in front of her while she was turned around.
"Tequila, merci," I said making Bailey turn around back towards me.
"Oh."
"Hi," I smiled and held up my rose.
"What happened to your hand?" She said worriedly. It was bleeding now. "Did you get that for me?" Bailey smiled.
"Which one, the rose or the cut?" We laughed. "Bailey, I'm so sorry for being a jerk. I don't know what's wrong with me."
"It's ok, I was probably overreacting a little," she smiled and grabbed my non-bleeding hand. "Do you want a band-aid?"
"Yes, pretty please." Bailey nodded and went into the back to return with an emergency kit. She cleaned up the cut and put a band-aid on it.
"Still want a tequila?" She asked. I reached into my jacket pocket, finding it was empty.
"Nope, I think someone pickpocketed my only $10 on my way here."
"It's on the house."
"So, does this mean you forgive me for being an asshole?" I asked and pouted playfully.
Bailey shook her head with a big smile and leaned her head over the counter to kiss me.
"You're the best girlfriend ever," I stated and kissed her again.
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one year to love
RomanceWhat are you supposed to do if life comes crashing down on you? Live it. At age 21, Faye was told she had one year to live, but she was going to live that year right. There were 9 main things she was determined to do before she died: -go to Paris ...
