Dean
As ready as we can be
Your Dad going to be back?
Me
Yea. He’ll be there. Glad he’s back
Dean
That makes one of us
Me
Meaning?
Dean
That we won’t get a lot of alone time
Alone time? Is that all he wants from me? Sex? I thought maybe by asking me to the gala, he saw more than just sex. Or, at least, just sex as friends, but am I even that for him? I should have known better than to think anything else. This is why I never do this; I get attached, start dreaming of something that I should know will never come true. He said it himself: he’s not the relationship type. I shouldn’t have let my imagination run wild, even if the way he looks at me now means something is between us. I guess for him it’s not as deep as I thought it was.
Me
Sorry that’s all I can provide for you
Dean
What? That’s not what I said
Regan?
I leave him on read. I’m too hurt to respond to him. I think back to the night we spent together and I thought…I don’t know what I thought. That he would change? That I thought a playboy would change his ways for me because I thought I felt something more between us. I’m such a fool to even consider that. He led me on, saying that I wasn’t just another grid girl. Turns out, that was just empty words. I wipe a tear from my eye and pull out my phone to text Cindy. If I ever needed my best friend, it’s now.
Me
Hey. you busy tonight?
Cindy
Nope. just chilling at home and some homework. Why?
Me
I need some advice and I can distract you from boring homework
Cindy
I could use a distraction. Drinks and snacks are at the ready
I arrive at Cindy’s new apartment and knock. She opens the door with a glass of wine in her hand.
“You started without me?” I joke as she lets me inside. I follow her into the kitchen where she pulls a beer out of the fridge and hands it to me. “Ah, you know me so well.” If there is anything to know about me, it’s my hatred of wine.
“So, what’s new with you? What did you need to talk about?” she asks, taking a sip of wine and leading us into the living room to relax on the couch.
She shifts on the couch, placing her wine glass on the table in front of us, as she takes in my disconcerted face. “You can tell me anything, you know. No judgement.”
