Music, Coffee, and Literature (Old Version)

Chapter Six

"I was wondering when you'd finally get the balls to call me," Monet says as soon as she picks up the phone, as if she were waiting for me to call. I feel kind of bad that I never got back to her until now. I mean she gave me her number several days ago and I haven't even been in Birch long enough at a time to see if she's working.

"Congratulations! You have been selected for a free google phone. Just enter your-" Guilt isn't going to stop me from being myself, though.

"Shut up, Eden. I know it's you," she cuts me off.

"How did you know?"

"Despite my wicked good looks, you're the only stranger I've given my number to lately."

"Oh."

"So when am I picking you up?" She asks, getting straight to the point. "Or rather, when should I order my uber? Nobody owns a car here, especially not a broke college student like me."

"Today?" I ask like an idiot. She laughs on the other end and I can't help but smile at the sound.

"Yes, you ass. I meant the time." She corrects, a tone of humor distracting from the condescending manner in which she spoke. Boy, do I have a type or what?

"Well that depends, you ass." I repeat her lovely little nickname for me. "Is this a date or a date date?" She laughs again.

"What the hell is the difference? I'm taking you out either way."

"Oh my god, Monet." I say with a little chuckle, shaking my head as if she could see me. "A date would mean I wear jeans and a nice shirt or something, a date date means I curl my hair and wear a dress."

"Got it." She pauses as if thinking about it. "Let's go with a date. If this goes well, then I'll consider taking you on a date date." Not gonna lie, just the thought of her taking me out in general makes me nervous.

"Okay, then why don't we go out at like five? Where will we go on this date?"

"Now, that, my darling, is for me to decide. I'll see you at five." She hangs up the call before I have a chance to respond.

I walk out into the living room of my apartment to find Adam sitting on the couch, staring at me with the TV remote in his hand. The movie we were watching is paused and he's got a dumb smirk on his face.

"So how's your lady friend doing?" He asks, making me roll my eyes. I pick up both of our cups and go to refill them with soda.

He seems to think that he knows all the goings on in my life like he did when we were teenagers. What he doesn't know, however, is that I've grown more independent since he went away to university. When we were young, he was my sole confidant, I told him everything. Now, I tell him only what he needs to know, sometimes only telling him my secrets for the entertainment that comes with his exaggerated reactions.

"How's yours?" I pause before adding, "oh, that's right. You don't have one." My laughter causes him to laugh sarcastically with me.

"Hilarious. I'm serious, though. When am I going to meet this girl?" He asks, setting the remote on the coffee table and joining me in the kitchen. His intentions are genuine but there's no way I'm ever bringing a girl home to meet him. He'd scare them off within seconds or embarrass me with stories I don't even remember.

"Hopefully never." I answer honestly. Besides, he thinks we're talking about Juliette and I don't even want to think of what would happen if they met. He and Juliette are more opposite than Juliette and I, which is saying something. "And this isn't Juliette. This is just a girl who asked me out; it's casual." Adam raises his eyebrows as if to signal he doesn't believe me. "So I'll be going out around five."