FCKMA

21 - I Get My Very Own Cupid

I learned that Caitlin had moved out three days early, which was no real disadvantage to me considering that she still had to pay her half of the rent until the end of the month. The real detriment was the one that I was going to have to face every day for the rest of my life: I now lived alone.

Being alone shouldn't be a huge culture shock to me, but either way, I was uncomfortable with the lengthy silences and lack of conversation, so I hunted down Alan and Caitlin's address and spent the day with my former roommate.

Caitlin handed me a cup of coffee and sat on the armrest of her couch -previously my couch. "Living with Alan has been so great," she was saying. "I don't have to worry about when I'm going to see him next, or if he's going to call me."

"You two have been dating for over two years," I commented. "Shouldn't that concern have been gone a long time ago?"

Caitlin shrugged, the action almost making her spill her coffee. Don't you dare spill anything on my couch, I mentally hissed at her. "I guess some concerns don't go away," she said.

I raised an eyebrow. "That's not exactly comforting, Caitlin," I said. "When people have been together as long as you two have, there should be some degree of trust in the relationship. Especially with you and Alan, because you guys were friends for a few years before you started dating."

"I do trust him. I really do," she insisted when I glared at her skeptically. I wasn't going to kill her joy by reminding her of how she thought Alan was cheating on her not less than two months ago.

"Aside from all that," I said, waving my hand to clear away the past conversation, "What's it like to live with your boyfriend?"

"It feels like we're married, Ally," she said, smiling warmly into her mug of coffee. "I really love it."

After a long discussion about Caitlin's thoughts on whether Alan was actually 'the one' and if she was truly happy with that, the conversation steered in my direction, regarding my feelings towards Connor.

"I still have a hard time believing that he asked you out after you spilled coffee on his friend," Caitlin said, holding her coffee closer to her as if I would be overwhelmed with a sudden urge to spill it on her.

"It was unintentional," I groaned for what felt like the hundredth time. "Anyway, I don't think that Jason and Connor get along that well. They don't necessarily have to be friends just because they work together."

"Maybe they are friends and Connor is just lying to you about it," Caitlin said.

"Are you insinuating that my boyfriend is a liar?" I fired at her. Woah. 'Boyfriend', where did that come from? I sighed. Well he is, isn't he? "You don't know Connor," I finished.

Caitlin playfully smacked my arm. "That's your fault!" she said. "You haven't even introduced me to the guy yet."

I paused. She was right; I really hadn't introduced Connor to anyone. I wanted to, truly, but the relationship was still new and it was a point of superstition with me if I introduced him to everyone and ended up jinxing it. I didn't want Connor to leave.

"I will, eventually," I said.

Caitlin narrowed her eyes. "Will you? Really? That's what you say about everyone, and I literally haven't met a single one of the men you've dated in years," she emphasized.

"That's because they dumped me, or they weren't worth keeping around," I said. "I think Connor is worth keeping around for a long time. You will meet him."