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Yes, that's what I'll do.
Before Gabe can text me back, I text him.
Me: I envy you.
His response comes in seconds later.
Gabe: That doesn't sound like a lazy day. And why?
Me: That stuff is kind of relaxing... Trying to decide on major. Maybe I should be a housewife since cleaning relaxes me. ha.
Gabe: hahaha. Dream big, Ryan. If you could do ANYTHING, what would you do?
To have sex with him again would be nice. Can't believe he left with a boner! I was horny too, but that's why I own a vibrator. I don't think that's what he meant though. Five minutes pass, and I'm still thinking.
Gabe: You're taking too long. There has to be something you want to do. Just in general. Not even as a job.
Me: Nope. I've got nothing.
Gabe: Don't think so much about it then.
Me: Easier said than done.
Gabe starts sending me texts with various activities. Skydiving, surfing, rock climbing, riding a motorcycle, learning a new sport, and so on. My answer to every single one is, sure, that sounds like fun. Then he sends me a message expressing his exasperation at my response. Everything does sound like fun though. I want to try everything, no one more than the other. For the rest of the evening, I try to think of a solution to my problem.
* * *
“Oh, no,” Viv mumbles, her eyes catching sight of someone behind me.
I turn to look and see her ex-boyfriend coming straight for us. Standing tall, I act as her shield.
“Babe, why haven't you been answering my calls? I miss you,” he starts, completely ignoring me.
“Oh, now you miss her? Maybe you should have appreciated her while you had her, you cheating bastard.”
“Stay out of this, Ryan.”
I shake my head. “Eh, I don't think so. Why don't you go find that girl you fucked on your couch? Viv is off limits to you now.”
He glares at me. “This has nothing to do with you,” he says, growing annoying.
“Actually, it does. Viv is my,” I point to my chest, “best friend. She has no ties to you. If that girl won't walk around your house naked and sleep with you anymore, looks like you better get familiar with that hand of yours. Be careful or you'll get carpal tunnel. Might want to let them take turns.” I turn, grab Viv's shoulder to swivel her and start walking away from him.
“That was great. His mouth was hanging open, like he couldn't believe what you said. If I didn't know you so well, I wouldn't have believed it. Thanks, Ryan.”
“No problem. That's what friends are for.”
We settle into our seats, and our professor starts teaching moments later. This is how Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday go. Meeting Viv in the morning, going to class, doing schoolwork, and me worrying to death over picking a major. The idea of learning a new language sounds appealing. That thought itself is shocking. Something appeals to me that isn't sex or boys or partying. This is something that will carry into my life after college. It excites me.
Learning Spanish wasn't all that exciting because my parents forced me into that. It was easy, and I picked it up quickly, but it wasn't an interest. But what if I could learn French? It's such a lovely language, and I could be an interpreter or something like that. The possibilities could be endless. The idea that I've finally picked something for my future, finally made a decision that really matters, bubbles within me, rising and blissfully infecting every part of me.
I just left one of my classes, wondering what I'm going to do for lunch when a text comes in.
Gabe: Meet me for lunch?
Me: Of course!
We've been texting here and there, but I haven't seen him since last weekend. He hasn't said when we're going for our lesson, and I haven't asked. Gabe texts me the place, and I go to my car to head that way. I've never been there before, but it's downtown and I've walked passed it before when Viv and I have gone clubbing. When I arrive, Gabe is already sitting at a booth. He slides out when he sees me, giving me a kiss on the cheek once I've reached him.
