Westley has always known Claire. She's always been a constant in his life, whether it be as his babysitter, his secret Santa, as his pretend-girlfriend, his confident, as the person he could always rely on.
But she's also always been the girl he lov...
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I'm twenty seven and I'm going to Australia. Claire is living there for a year. She said she needed to get away from everything.
If I'm being honest, ever since Claire broke up with Scott I've been restless.
Things have been a little strange between us ever since that Tequila night. I think I shouldn't have been that honest with her. I should have told her I had a crush on her when I was younger, the way an impressionable kid would any beautiful girl that shows any kind of interest in him. I shouldn't have been so dramatic.
But what is done, is done. I just hope she won't hold it against me.
Claire is waiting for me at the airport. I hug her the second I see her. She hugs me back just as fiercely.
"How are you doing?" I ask her.
She smiles at me, "Better now that you're here."
She's got a little apartment with a view on the ocean. With her job as a political journalist she was able to have a job as a foreign correspondent for the year.
She likes it here, even though I can see she misses home.
She tells me about her little routine here, about going for a run on the beach every morning and about her funny neighbours.
"Scott came here about a month ago to explain stuff," she tells me before we arrive at her place.
"What's there to explain? He fucked up. You've moved on," I tell her this confidently but I'm so scared she'll say she forgave him. That she'll take him back. I know I have no chance with her. I know I'll never be with her, but at least if I'm not the one, could Scott the douche bag cheater not be the one too?
"Well, I was owed my break up sex, so now we can say we're officially done with each other," she answers.
I feel a little better and a little worse at the same time. I'm glad she didn't take him back. I'm annoyed she slept with him.
When we finally reach her apartment block and we start going up the stairs there's an old lady that's also coming down.
"Are you Westley?" she asks me.
I'm a little taken by surprise. Frowning, I answer, "Yes, I am..."
"Westley the boyfriend?"
I look back at Claire with a smirk and she's biting her lips and looking amused and a little ashamed, while staring at her shoes. "Yes, Westley the boyfriend."
The lady shakes her head. "I've been trying to set her up with my Chris for months now but she keeps telling me that she already has a boyfriend. And then the no good man came the other month."
"Scott the douche bag," I offer.
"Yes!" she pointing at me, shaking her index sternly. "I wouldn't trust him around my girlfriend. You did good to come visit her. She's missed you."
