Walking into our room I collapsed on the couch. "I'm tired and crunk all at the same time."
Brooke made a face, "I'm about to take a shower, put my pj's on, and lay in the bed watching tv."
I nodded at her, "ok, might as well make the most of it before we have to go back tomorrow huh."
She laughed, "God I think you are starting to rub off on me."
Watching her walk to her room and shut the door I went to my own and changed into some shorts and a tank top before twisting my hair back up in its messy bun. I thought about taking my makeup off but decided against it heading back to the main living room and turning on the tv. Part of me wanted to go watch tv with Brooke but we had opposite ideas of what was good on tv. She was a reality tv junkie where I wasn't a fan.
Flipping the channels I stopped on Family Guy knowing Brooke hated it. Stretching out I scanned through Facebook seeing that Brooke had tagged us at the Concert. Shaking m
Monday turned out to be a day straight from hell. Brooke and I worked from the minute we got there until it was time to leave at 5. All I really wanted to do was go home, take a bath, and go to bed. That would never happen. I had several projects due for school and two lectures I was behind on listening to. I had assumed online was at your own pace, I had been sadly mistaken.On the drive home I kept trying to think of how awesome it would be in May when I had my degree. I had a feeling this whole week would be hellish. My birthday was Saturday and Brooke's Monday. We had planned on going out but right now I didn't know if I could make it.Brooke looked over at me sensing my inner frustration. "You stress too much. Call Seth, he always puts a smile on your face."I rolled my eyes at her grinning, "you need new material."She shrugged, "it's true. So have you talk to him since the other night?"I shook my head no. I was tempted to
I awoke to the sound of my door being swung wide open and bouncing off the wall. Groaning I peeked my head out from under the covers, "Brooke what the hell."She completely ignored my reaction climbing in the bed beside me forcing me to scoot over. I knew she hadn't been awake long just from the mere fact her hair was sticking straight up. I tried to squeeze my eyes back closed but her moving was m
Christine and Sarah were the only two reasons I was keeping my calm and not cussing Brooke out as we headed to Dallas. I had decided to sit in the back with Sarah just to give myself some space. Brooke knew I was mad at her but her attitude was better to ask for forgiveness rather than permission. In reality, I knew I would probably end up having fun but right now I felt the car close in around me.
Brooke and I ended up staying up all night talking, she was on cloud nine and I was still in shock myself. In less than three months I had met both Seth Greer and Dutch Creed. My coma theory was looking better and better by the day. The next morning we were all tired as we drove home. As much as Sarah and Christine had enjoyed themselves was as much as they missed their kids, Brooke and I on the other hand found ourselves going home to homework.
Walking into my room I went and placed my bags on the bed. I had been happy to see that we had two rooms separated by a living area and mini kitchen. Seth had never actually said he would be staying here with me but if he was he damn well needed his own room. I debated about changing clothes. I had gone comfy for the plane ride wearing jeggings and an oversized shirt. Deciding I was fine I walked back into the main area going over to the large floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked downtown. As beautiful as it was I couldn't imagine how amazing the view would be at night.My nerves were getting the best of me so I returned to my room and pulled my dress out that I wanted to wear to my interview. As I hung it up I sighed, it had been my biggest struggle in deciding what to pack. I had no idea what kind of company I was going to interview for therefore I had no idea the atmosphere. All I knew for sure was it was one of his friend's offices. I began to think maybe
Walking into the hotel I felt eyes on me. I knew the front desk people were staring at the poor drowned rat who walked in barefoot but I ignored them walking straight to the elevator. Waiting for it to open I dug out my keycard clutching it along with my shoes in my hands. I was freezing, with my luck, I would catch pneumonia. Here I was at the end of February in a sleeveless dress short dress walking barefoot in the rain.The elevator doors opened and I stepped in feeling the tears that I had tried so hard to hold back break free. Once free it was like a flood, I couldn't do this. I would tell Seth thanks for everything but this wasn't for me.The door opened in front of me and I walked forward not paying much attention to where I was going. Our suite was easy enough to find. It was the last one down the hall. As I slid my key in the door I turned the knob pushing the door open. My shoes and purse fell to the floor as the door shut behind me. Hearing a noise I l
I awoke alone in the dark. Sitting up I had that momentary panic attack that you sometimes had when you woke up in a strange place. Glancing at the window I saw the sun had set and was now replaced by the beautiful New York skyline. Turning toward the door I noticed it was cracked letting in the tiniest sliver of light from the main room.Standing up I paused, the place was silent. I had no idea if Seth was on the other side of those doors or not. Walking toward the door I opened it as quietly as possible pausing at the sight in front of me. Seth was shirtless lounging on the couch smoking. For my sake I really needed him to put his shirt back on. I had yet to fully process what happened earlier, I didn't need any other distractions. Our eyes connected and he nodded for me to come to him.I didn't know if I was mentally ready to face him, I didn't know what to say. Still, I walked slowly toward him as if I was on my way to my maker. Seth arched his brow watching
Seth's words scared me more than comforted me. I had a feeling he was telling me the truth, he wasn't done with me yet. The problem was I had no idea what he wanted from me. Standing up I walked to the window looking out at the New York skyline. The view from the huge window was like something out of a movie, I could sit here all night and be happy.Sinking down on the soft plush carpet I placed my hand on the window, it was still raining outside giving everything a blurry surreal look. Seth walked over sitting beside me on the floor placing his back against the window, "what's going on in that head of yours."I shrugged, "besides what I told you, you don't want to talk about it until tomorrow remember."Seth cut his eyes at me standing up. I glanced back at the window figuring I had made him mad but he returned with his ashtray and a box.Shaking my head I watched him start breaking down his weed separating the seeds and stems. He looked up at me, "talk.