I don’t say anything. Don’t correct her, don’t dispel the lie I’m peddling.
“Well,” she huffs, grabbing the pillows from her side of the bed, “I wouldn’t want you having to share a bed with the short straw.”
I roll my eyes at her. “There are no other rooms. Where are you going to go?”
Indignant, she wanders into the bathroom, slams the door shut.
I hang my head in my hands and then I pull my phone out to text Jordan because I should. Need to tell her I’m not coming home. Need to not tell her I’m in a room with Parks.
Jordan
22:11pm
Hey - we got a flat. Won’t be home til tomorrow afternoon. Sorry x
Oh shit! Everyone alright?
Yeah, all good. Just annoyed.
Where are you staying?
A hotel Jo found. Nice enough.
Okay
miss you.
Same. Night.
<3
Same?
I’m lying to everyone these days.
I glance at the bathroom door — it’s been about twenty minutes — I’m a bit impressed by her commitment to pretending she’s actually going to sleep in there. But her in there and me out here isn’t how I want this night to go, so I text her too.
Parks
22:16pm
How’s the weather in there?
Fuck off.
Right so.
Pretty icy then?
Fuck me.
I’m so good at blowing it with her these days.
I used to know what I was doing with her, but now I’m dead in the water.
I shove my hands through my hair, work out what to do next.
Feel like touching her or fighting with her, something that lets me be close to her — because that’s what I actually want.