I’ll meet you there in 10!
Mia and I are going to a spin class this morning. She got me hooked on the studio she goes to, so we try to meet once a week for a class together.
“Hi!” she says as she rushes to get on the bike next to me.
“Hi, everything okay?” I reply back. She looks frazzled.
“Oh yeah, I had to stop by Ford’s on the way here and today of all days, he decides he wants to be a chatty Cathy. I told him I had to meet you and that got him to shut up.” Calling Ford a ‘chatty Cathy’ isn’t something I’d ever do. It makes me wonder what he was so talkative about today.
The instructor gets on the mic and starts the class at the same time I see a notification on my watch.
Ford
Hi Princess.
Oh, that nickname gets me every time.
Holding back a smile, I focus my attention back on the class. Not five minutes pass and another text alert comes up.
Ford
I want to see you.
Mia looks over at me as I keep glancing down at my watch.
“I–uh, I think it’s dying.” Shaking my head, I decide to just take the watch off. I cannot be distracted by him right now and the last thing I need is Mia seeing his name come up on my wrist.
“So, what made Ford so chatty this morning?” I ask as we walk out of the spin class.
“Beats me. He barely got his point across. I think it had to do with a girl, he’s never talked to me about his dating life. I didn’t think he had one to be honest, but…” She sighs as she hits a name on her phone and presses send. “I don’t know, maybe he does?”
Whoever she calls answers and she begins talking to them while I’m lost in thought. He didn’t text me anything after saying he wanted to see me, but the curiosity in me wants to respond. It’s no secret that we’re attracted to each other. I think I’ve made it very clear to him every time I’m around him that I can't keep my composure. Thankfully it doesn’t seem like anyone around us picks up on it.
“How do you feel about a road trip next weekend? Does Jacksonville peak your interest at all?” Mia asks while she tosses her phone in her bag,
“Why? What’s in Jacksonville?” I ask hesitantly.
“Do you not pay any attention to your brother’s life? I mean you live with the guy, you’re relatives, surely you talk.”
She’s got a point. I should pay a little more attention, Chase is pretty good about my schedule.
“The guys have a game there. We could go down a day early, go to the beach or bars or both.” She elbows me lightly.
“Oh.” It actually sounds fun. It might be a nice way to bond more with Mia.
“You don’t have to let me know now, just keep in touch.” Mia’s ponytail sways in the wind as she looks down at her watch. “I know we were about to grab coffee, but can I raincheck? Nate’s a needy child and can’t do basic things without my guidance apparently.”
I laugh and throw my hand up to wave at her as she walks in the opposite direction.
A weekend with Mia. In Jacksonville. Watching Ford play football.But,my brother will also be there. It’s probably a terrible idea, but I’d be lying if the idea of a little weekend getaway wasn’t intriguing. I’ll call Mia later and let her know I’m in. For now, I’m going to play ‘what would Summer do?’ And if I know my best friend, she’d say to just try and have some fucking fun.
Hi Anderson.
The other night with Abby has had me reeling all week. I know it’s a bad fucking idea to eventhinkabout her the way I have been, let alone all the other shit we’ve been sneaking around doing. After a quick shower, I throw on some gray sweatpants and a t-shirt and put some waffles in the toaster. We play at home tomorrow and then travel to Jacksonville next week. With the way we’re looking so far, I feel good about the upcoming schedule. We’re sitting at 4-1, and winning the divisional game against New Orleans helped. Our loss was to Minnesota and it was a close one, I wouldn’t be shocked if we saw them again down the road in a playoff game.
I texted Abby earlier on a whim. I wanted to talk to her, wanted to see her even though I know Chase would have my head if he ever found out. I haven’t heard back from her yet so I decide to just take today as a chill day since the weather is shitty anyway. The toaster pops and I reach for the waffles and quickly throw one on a plate as I take a giant bite out of the other. The second I sit down my phone dings.
Abby
