A Trip Down Memory Lane (GxG)

Chapter 6: December 3

Alex's Point of View

God I hated Wednesday's. The middle of the week had to be the worst. I begrudgingly got up, got dressed, and grabbed my keys. I pulled out of the driveway, attempting to remember the directions but failing and putting it in the GPS instead.

I pulled into her driveway, honked the horn once, and watched her maneuver her way out the house. I got out of the car and opened the car door for her, and she gave me a sheepish smile and said thank you.

"Thanks for picking me up," She said.

"Yeah no problem,"

"So are you gonna come to our gig Friday?" She asked.

"I'll think about it,"

"Awww but it's gonna be fun! You should totally come," She said, and then gave me those infamous puppy eyes. How could I say no?

"Alright I'll come," I said, and her face lit up.

"Yes! See our band already has two fans!" She pumped her fist in the air, and I raised an eyebrow before laughing. We pulled into the police station parking lot, and I questioned why Riley got out right away and zoomed towards the door.

"Why'd you have to get in so quickly?"

"I had to be first," She said, a devilish grin on her face.

"Dork," I said, and she shrugged.

"How are you so clumsy anyways?"

"I'm not clumsy."

"Yeah and I'm a unicorn," I replied and she rolled her eyes.

"Whatever," She said before sitting down to do her work. I knew I hadn't hurt her feelings, but that she was being stubborn to prove a point.

I felt like a teenager again. She brought back every single memory I didn't even remember I had. We dated for 8 years, 15-23. I wanted to hate her, oh god I wanted to hate her. But how could I? Nobody hates Riley, she just draws you in. But I wouldn't let her hurt me. Not again. I would be okay with her as a friend. It had been 4 years, we were practically strangers at this point.

I sat down to work. There was no way in hell Riley would win me back. Even with her cheesy smiles and puppy eyes. Never again would she hurt me.

I tapped my pencil against me desk, studying my work. This guy wanted a lawyer for a traffic ticket. Unbelievable. Sometimes I wonder if people really are dumb. Like seriously you blew threw a red light but yeah no take it to court with a lawyer. Idiot.

I went through a few more cases, reviewing them and looking over the few I found the most important. I decided that 5 was enough to review after lunch, and got up to go to the lunch room. Only one person in the lunch room, and of course god has forsaken me and made it Riley. She was standing on her crutches grabbing her lunch box out of the fridge. And of course the lunchbox was the same as she had in high school, plain black with a little lacrosse keychain. I took out my lunch and sat down at the table with her.

I watched her take out her lunch, a pb & j, some fruit, and last but not least a juice box. I laughed out loud and she looked at me.

"What?" She asked, confused.

"You're a 29 year old police officer and you're drinking a juice box," I said raising an eyebrow almost challenging her, "You're an actual toddler,"

"No I just like apple juice, let me live,"

"You're an child,"

"No I'm a detective," She said, before poking her straw into the juice bow and taking a sip.

"Alright Detective Baby," I said, and she frowned.

"That's Detective Gallagher to you," She said, smiling, before we both went back to eating our own lunches. She took her phone out and scrolled through some messages. She had one of those plain blue apple cases. The same exact one she used to have. Maybe she wasn't so different after all.