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"Oh, my goodness, Isaac."
"I think if you wrote God a letter, He would reply that you should leave your boyfriend."
The letter to God was on my mind, and I had told Isaac about doing that during the conversation we just had. I had not, however, told him that I had written God one regarding him, so he had no way of knowing that detail.
"You think?" I said, smiling.
"No, I don't want to pressure you into anything, Ari. That's on you. But I'll wait to call you again. I can tell you right now that I would be mad if I was him and you were talking to me."
"Yeah, I know," I said. "I need to think about everything."
"I know you do. If it matters, I'm really glad you called, and I've loved talking to you."
"It does matter," I said. "And thank you. I think you're one cool dude, Isaac Alexander."
"Ari, what are the… I'm sorry to ask this after I just said there was no pressure… but what are the chances, you think, that I'll talk to you again?"
"Honestly, I have to come up for air a little bit. But I feel happy right now, Isaac. I'm happy talking to you."
"I'm happy, too. We can leave it at that. Thanks for reaching out Ari. It was great hearing from you."
"Hey, I'm really glad I did, Isaac."
I was in a foggy haze when we got off of the phone. It was already getting late and I still had to think about the whole conversation.
Chapter 9
I could not get Isaac Alexander off of my mind. The book, Seattle, Eddie, and so many other things were all crowded in my brain. I thought about everything all night. I was thinking about it the next morning when I woke up, and then I was still thinking about it when I got to work.
I loved my job, and I normally had no problem focusing on my work but my world had been turned upside down. I wanted to talk about the book with everyone I saw, and I talked about it with no one.
It was mid-morning when I got a call from a friend of mine.
"Good morning, Danny," I said when I picked up the phone.
"Morning beautiful."
"You need some dancers?"
Danny was a music producer here in Atlanta and he always knew guys who wanted to make music videos. He used other individuals and crews, but he called me for a job every now and then.
"I do," he said. "I need five, including you. It's Lil' Shawn who y'all worked with last year. He wants that same five he worked with last time."
"Gretchen moved."
"Well, see if she'll come home for the weekend, and if not, get somebody who looks like her. You're going to need to be available during the day Saturday and Sunday, but it's five grand for the group. Do you think you would want to do it?"
"What weekend?"
"That's the kicker. It's the weekend right after Thanksgiving."
"I don't think that'll be too hard. I know I can do it. I'm going to see my parents Thursday, but I can be back. I'll get in touch with the other girls and text you back."
"All right. I'll text you the address and put you in touch with the artist so you can talk about choreography. I think they're shooting up there in Buckhead by y'all."
"All right, thanks, Danny."
"Thank you, Ari-boo."
