Exactly What I've Been Waiting For

Chapter 21

I've been working on this for the past week and everything just turned out corny. But a promise is a promise.

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It was exactly three weeks when all the condolences, all the casseroles, all the details, all the viewings, and the whole funeral was over. Jade was exhausted. It wasn't as bad as she anticipated it to be. Sure, saying goodbye was the hardest thing in the entire world that she had to deal with; but knowing that she wasn't going to be alone, that she had her entire family and friends around her, helped a lot.

Jade was finally able to sleep at her place without someone keeping her company. It took three weeks for the brunette to finally get back on her routine schedule. However, it would take longer than a month to smile and actually mean it.

After another day of slaving around her work just to prolong the time she should go home, she finally did. Throwing her keys down on the side table, she turned on the light and locked the door. Her house was a mess, she thought. Jade wasn't able to clean up for weeks, not being home and all, and this was atrocious for her ways.

With that in mind, Jade quickly changed her clothes into comfortable sweats and tied her hair up. She worked so hard to begin moving on, that she really needed to. Keeping the house just as it was wouldn't bring back anything.

Four hours later, the house was spic and span, and she finally was able to let a deep breath and felt another burden lift off her shoulders. Except for the bag of Christmas gifts she forgot to hand out. She shrugged. Now that her house was clean to a certain extent, with only one complaint made at 3:37 A.M. for vaccuming and making disruptive noises, she could sleep for six and a half hours, go to work and then look at least half-refreshed for a dinner at Jesy's place.

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Jade walked into work just after 10 A.M. holding an extra large coffee and wearing shades.

"Hey," Camila sniled, sitting behind the register. "Bad night?"

She removed the shades and shrugged. "I was able to sleep for three of my six planned hours and ended up cleaning the rest of my place. If you come over, make sure you compliment me on the shine of the walls."

"Insomnia? Maybe you should see a doctor. Get a prescription?"

"No, I don't take pills. I don't know, it's like something's in the back of my mind, but it won't let me get to it." Jade sat behind her planning desk in the corner of the large sales room. Resting her elbows on the desk, she brought her forehead to her hands. "This headache just keeps getting worse."

"I don't think coffee's going to help," Camila made her way across the room. "But this might."

"I said I don't take pills."

Camila rolled her eyes. "I wasn't talking about prescription meds. I was talking about meds on a whole new scale."

It was a notepad.

"I'm not writing my feelings down."

"Stop assuming things." Jade read the words on it. "She keeps calling. Leaves notes by the door. Why won't you just call her back?"

"You need to stop acting like you know everything."

"Maybe that headache of yours is because you need to talk to her. You said it yourself, you've started something in the hospital. Might as well end it."

The evening came at a turtle's pace. She turned off the lights in the shop, locked the door and got behind the wheel. End it. Camila's words haunted her. End what? There was nothing to end.

Okay, yes, maybe she did kiss Perrie in that hospital closet. And yes, she did tell her that she missed her. And fine, she let her hold her and stayed with her the entire night. So maybe there was a tiny little something.