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"Worked, didn't it?" I shrug my shoulders.
"Besides the point. Just, start with finding her. I'm sure you'll know where to go from there."
Cal and I have been friends pretty much since the day I started. Though it hasn't been a deep friendship, we occasionally shared some personal shit. We bonded over our love for cars, anything with a motor really. And it kind of grew from there. When I started working here, there would be days when I wasn't myself and he would notice. That's when I told him abouther. The girl I used to call my best friend. The girl I left behind.
And in a way, I left a part of myself behind with her. Though, it's a silly idea to have really. Because we were never more than friends.
And I made sure we stayed that way.
“I can give you about another month, but then I gotta get outta here,” I say as I lightly grip the armrests to the chair I'm seated in, changing the subject.
“Of course, anything I can do for you in the meantime?” Callan stands up from his chair and I match him, before we both walk toward the door and out of his office.
“Yeah, can I borrow the shop for a few weekends?” I stop and turn to him, returning his gesture of a hand shake and he gives me a knowing smirk but asks anyway.
“What for?”
I smirk at him. “The Harley.”
“Yeah, mom. I’ll be there by Friday.”
It’s been four weeks since I turned in my resignation at the dealership. Four weeks of living up the last of my life here in Colorado and preparing to go back to good ol’ Dallas, Texas. To say the excitement is missing is an understatement. I'm not ready to go back to being a letdown. Especially considering my younger brother was back from his deployment. And damn if I wasn’t the biggest loser in my mom’s eyes compared to him. It was why I liked living with my dad, there was no competition, no expectations.
“Jaxon, you know I can’t wait to see you right? It’s been so long.” My mother goes on and on about the importance of family and spending time together. And how she can’t wait for me to meet her new husband.
I have my phone crushed between my ear and my shoulder when it vibrates, I stop packing my last suitcase to pull it away and see what it was. My mom’s tiny, echoed voice still rambling on about something in the speaker as I pull up the text.
Heard you’re gonna be back in town this weekend? Perfect timing my dude because there’s a party at the Grizzly and everyone wants you there.
Everyone. I scoff. I doubt anyone even really remembers me. But I don’t blame them, I never kept in contact with anyone either.
I have the number saved, and though it’s been years since I’ve personally talked to Mason, other than social media comments and shit—which I’m not really a fan of—I know it would be nice to catch up. And I know theeveryonehe’s talking about.
Suddenly, my mind goes back to raven hair and golden onyx eyes. I wonder what it would be like to see her again. It’s been so long, not even a noise from social media. I don’t even know if she still lives in Dallas anymore.
I shoot Mason a text back, just like no time has escaped us.
I’m down.
"Jaxon? Are you even listening to me?" I totally space my mom is on the phone.
"Yeah, mom. Sorry. I have a lot to pack still."
A decade does a lot to you, so much time has passed, and growth was made. But nothing compares to those old friendships. And shit, twenty-nine isn’t too old to reconnect with past friends.
I guess I do have something to look forward to.
Hopefully, the one person I’m counting on is there.
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Hollis
PRESENT DAY
“Hollis,dinnerisready.”I roll my eyes to no one but myself as I shut my book, annoyed that I didn’t get to finish the chapter I was on—the enemies were just about to turn into lovers, if you know what I'm saying— before mom was yelling at me to come downstairs.
But when she says jump, I jump. Why? I don’t know. Maybe because I’m a people pleaser and saying no or being defiant is not in my DNA. Or maybe because my mom is strict as fuck for no real reason, and I don't want to keep being the failed child in her eyes.
