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“And I’m a robber, and she’s a serial killer. Wanna try us?” Chelsea stuck her tongue out at them, and they disappeared into the crowd, but not before giving us a very dirty look.
“You scarred them for life.” I laughed at her.
“Better they learn right now.”
Finally, we got tired enough to sit down for a breather.
“So, talk to me.” Chelsea nursed her feet as she sipped her third martini. “How was your first chatroom?”
I looked to the dance floor, noticing how glazed everyone’s eyes were. It was like people kept coming here to forget they had normal lives to return to.
But what if? What if I could live something unconventional and own every second of it? Was that a possibility?
“I—there was more than one man there, Chels.”
“Ha!” Chelsea exclaimed, but she looked more excited than shocked. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
Just one of the reasons I loved my best friend so much. There was never any judgment.
“I loved it, actually. But now I’m wondering if something’s wrong with me?”
Chelsea made a sound somewhere between a snort and a sneeze. “Girl, you’ve been in the serious, boring kind of love. Sam made you feel insecure about your body, your personality, everything. And now, you’ve finally just landed back on your feet. So what if you find your fun with one guy or seven? Throw a girl in there, for all I care.”
I chuckled at that. “Chels... what if it’s too much, and there’s conflict down the line?”
She studied my face. “Did you feel any conflict tonight?”
“No,” I admitted. “It was the most natural thing. Like something had been missing from my life all along, and now, I finally have it. This exploration.”
“So, there’s your answer. Maybe you’re not meant to have one perfect relationship, Rors. Maybe you’re meant to discover love in different ways, and this is just part of the journey.”
I nodded, letting her words sink in.
“You’re a student, Rors. Consider this a part of your lessons.”
I chuckled. “I’m not surprised you’d put it that way. I just hope the lessons don’t make me forget reality.”
“If they do, that’s even better, don’t you think? Why should anyone else choose the reality you get to live in, anyway? You do that.”
Everything Chelsea said just made so much sense. She was my mother-figure, a real trooper and someone I could literally bare my heart and soul to without ever feeling like I’d be embarrassed.
And it helped that she didn’t think I was on some sex-starved bender.
After the last call, we walked down a dimly lit alley toward the subway. I noticed that Chelsea was looking around nervously.
"What's up?" I asked.
"I heard there might be a street fight happening around here," she said, excitement building in her voice.
"A street fight? Chelsea, are you serious?" I asked, incredulous.
She grinned at me. "Come on, Rory, it'll be fun. We can watch from a safe distance."
I shook my head. "I don't know about this, Chelsea. It sounds dangerous."
But before I could protest further, Chelsea grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the commotion. As we got closer, I could hear shouting.
Man, I did not come to New York for this. This could be Chelsea’s idea of a fucking good time, but I wanted to scamper.
