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Thanks again for the lift.
It’s all good. Do you need a lift to pick up your car tomorrow?
It's at my parents' house, my brother and dad will drop it tomorrow, I think.
Watching as the typing bubble came up then stopped, I looked at it for a few more seconds before putting my phone down. The conversation couldn’t go anywhere after that. Which I was fine with, wasn’t I? This was Sam, the guy who pretty much broke my heart and left me for dead.
It took me a long time to repair myself; a young teenager and her first love. He just stopped, didn’t return my calls or my texts and I never found out why. So, as any normal teenage girl would have done, I blamed myself.
I changed myself, my hair, the way I dressed, the way I spoke, I even started to lose weight, thinking that these were all the reasons he just stopped. And now, I was feeling like that girl again, waiting on bated breath for him to text me back. Idiot.
Switching my phone to do not disturb, I finished my drink and headed to bed. I had planned to get up early and head down to the rink to skate before anyone got there, but that was before I drank too much out with the girls. A sleep in would be lovely, leaving my phone downstairs and turning off my alarms on Alexa, we headed to bed and instead of music, rain sounds played throughout the house.
* * *
Sleeping in on a Sunday was always one of my favorite things to do and after tossing and turning all night as I had, it was needed. The teenager in me was screaming and shouting at me, to go grab my phone. I had to fight the urge so many times, to keep from pulling back the covers and rushing downstairs.
When I did eventually venture down, I let Daisy out first then put on a pot of coffee. The morning never started unless coffee was made. It was only then after putting a throw across my shoulders did I take my phone and head out to sit on the porch.
The morning dew was still clinging to the grass outside, and I could see my breath while the leaves began to fall from the trees, the beautiful cul-de-sac filled with a mixture of oranges, greens, and yellows. Each house was decorated already for Halloween, which was only a week or so away then it would be Christmas lights galore. I had yet to decorate my porch for the festivities and I knew if I didn’t, the neighborhood watch would be on my case. We had an image to keep up and I couldn’t let them down.
Making a mental note, I made a plan to head to the small Target we had and a few other little stores to buy some decorations. I had already checked and saw that my brother and dad had already dropped my car back off.
Turning my phone off silent, I went straight to my Facebook messages and found Bethan. It would be a good idea for her to come with me, as we needed things to decorate my parents' garden and get it ready for the wedding reception.
Waiting for her to message back, I looked at my notifications. Avoiding my texts at all costs, I answered a few emails instead before eventually having a quick glance and there were two notifications, from Samuel.
If you’re not busy tomorrow, and if you still want me to be your date.
I will need a suit, so would you be up for helping pick a suit, one that maybe will match your dress or something?
Another text.
That is if you want to match obv. Let me know. We could grab lunch?
Or not.
Yeah.
Ummm.
Let me know when you can, if you know, you want to obviously. No pressure!
Reading those chaotic texts made me laugh a little, as they read as if he had sent the one text then regretted it and sent another then regretted that one, too. As if we were still in high school. I had half a mind to not message him back as it was a Sunday, and I doubted any shops that sell suits would be open. Perhaps tomorrow before practice we could maybe go.
Maybe.
Hi Sam, no suit shops are open on Sunday, so maybe tomorrow we can go to a place I know. As for grabbing lunch, we shall see how tomorrow goes. Before practice would be better, I have a class at two o’clock. Let me know.
Finishing my coffee and heading upstairs to get dressed and prepared for the day, I waited patiently for Bethan to respond and once the hour mark hit, I decided to just go to Target myself and see what I could find that perhaps would work for the wedding and for decorating my house.
“Afternoon, Mrs. St. Clair!”
Hearing my husband’s last name took me by surprise as it was not something I was expecting to hear this morning and the fact I had gone back to using my maiden name since Luke died.
Turning around I found the two girl scouts of my small area standing at the bottom of my porch steps. And a fake smile showed up on my face as I kicked myself. I was usually pretty good at avoiding them, but not today.
“We are raising funds for the girl scouts Christmas party and for the local elderly home, would you like to buy some cookies?”
