Weathered Love

KRISTOFF III

"So, do you have it out of your system now?" Kristoff asked me when I finally answered his call the next day.

"What are you talking about?" I innocently inquired.

"You got back at me with your revenge posts. We're even. Can we move past this now?" he inquired.

"Um, those posts weren't mine, they were my sister's. Besides, whatever her reasons were for posting, I went out to feel better, not because I wanted to get some sort of revenge, as you like to put it. If you're going to be upset about it, you'd better check your attitude. What I did was for self-care. What you did was just plain mean," I lectured.

Kristoff sighed. "Fine," he finally said. "You're right. And I'm sorry, like I said before. Can we please move past this?" he pleaded.

"OK," I relented. I figured he'd suffered enough.

"Good," he breathed. "I could come down a day before our flight back and we could spend time together," he offered.

"I actually have plans that aren't so open," I excused. "I'll just meet you at the airport."

"OK," he responded in a bit of a defeated tone. I didn't feel too bad, since I was still licking my wounds over his betrayal.

"Anyway, I'll talk to you later," I ended the conversation. "I have some stuff I need to do before next week."

"Well, see you," Kristoff responded, sounding a little upset at my dismissive tone.

"Bye!" I cheerily responded. I then hung up, changed my clothes and headed to Ivan's house.

I walked in the house without knocking but made sure to knock on all the doors before entering from there on. No one was in the studio when I walked in. Again, I set up everything and waited for Ivan. I didn't have to wait long before he came down alone.

"Sorry, I overslept," he excused when he entered the studio. I shrugged in response. "No, I wasn't with Maria or anything," he assured.

"Listen, all I know is, I'm not making that same mistake twice," I responded, offering a big grin along with my statement so that Ivan understood it was all in jest.

"Let's get a couple of practices in first," Ivan responded, getting down to business.

"Yessir!" I agreed. We were doing another song where we were going to harmonize. I needed as much practice as I could get.

After we finished recording and uploading, I was about to leave so that Ivan could get on with his day when he held me back. "Hey, let's hang out. We haven't done that, just you and me, since the summer," he suggested.

"You don't have plans with Maria?" I interrogated.

Ivan crossed his heart with his right hand while holding up his left hand. "No ma'am," he added for emphasis. "Come on. We don't have to go anywhere. I'm sure you're tuckered out from the past couple of days. But I miss our time, and I'm sure you do too," he pointed out.

"I do," I admitted. "But I just didn't want to interrupt your time with Maria."

"Well, I have a bunch of bff confessions to tell you, and I'm sure you do too," he pointed out.

"Not really, but let me go home and get my journal. Maybe there's something in there I've forgotten," I offered.

"OK. But I get the whole day with you. No interruptions. No phone calls or texts or posts or anything," Ivan conditioned.

"I'm sure it'll be harder for you to keep that promise, considering your girlfriend is just down the street, but you're on," I challenged with a smirk. I ran home, got the journals I had filled with information for Ivan over the past few months, and ran back to his place.