I’m not sure what’s changed, whether it was what Mel said the other night that got me thinking, or whether it’s been since Dwight met Quinn, but it’s left me wanting more than quick fucks and faceless one night stands. Quite frankly, I’m bored.
And just like Mel pointed out, Iamlonely.
I’m bored of the meaningless sex, the endless cycle of it all, and for the first time in a long time, I’m tired of the disconnect. I want more. Seeing the way Dwight and Quinn are with each other, how much love they hold for each other has made me want that too, which is why I haven’t slept with anyone in months, a new record, I'm sure. I just can’t bring myself to.
“You just wait, Lo. One day a girl will come along and steal your heart, and you’ll wonder why she never found you sooner.” Dwight takes a swig of his beer. “She may even be closer than you think,” he says with a hint of a smile on his lips.
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
“Sure man, whatever you say.” I laugh it off, reaching down to where I have a row of beer bottles lined up. I take one and pull off the lid.
It will be a long, long time before that happens, and if the day ever comes where I decide to settle down, the girl… well, she better be fucking exceptional.
Chapter 4
Amy
“Amy, honey! Come down here!” I hear my mom call from downstairs.
As I make my way down, I hear voices coming from the living room, and my ears prick up when I hear the sound of a familiar one and I smile for the first time in months.
“Graham!” I hurry towards him and wind my arms around him. His arms go around me and a comforting warmth and a sense of calmness blankets me.
Graham was my dad’s oldest friend and colleague. They signed up to the Police together and have been like brothers ever since they were nineteen. Graham has been in my life long before I can remember, he’s like a second father to me. He’s well-built and tall like my dad was, and he’s handsome for an older guy. He has soft warm brown eyes and hair that is gradually turning silver. In some ways him being here makes me feel closer to my dad, knowing that he was as close to him as me and my mom were. He’s another person who knew and loved him just as much.
“Hey there, kiddo. How you doing?” he asks peering down at me.
“I’m okay,” I lie, putting on a brave face and forcing a smile. “What about you?”
“Well, I won’t lie and say that it doesn’t hurt, patrolling the streets without my best friend by my side, but deep down I know he’s there with me. In here,” he points to his heart.
“I’m going to make us some coffee. Why don’t you two catch up?” my mom asks.
“Yeah, come on. I want to show you something.” I lead him through the house and out into the garage.
“My mom told me yesterday that dad left his GTO to me, apparently he was fixing it up for my birthday when he… when he died, and he never got to finish it.”
“I know, kiddo. Who do you think helped him find it and bring it here?” Graham asks.
I glance up to him. “You helped him?”
“He was so excited when he found the ad online. Got me to go along with him to see it. The plan was for me to drive him there, and follow him back while he drove the GTO home. He was so excited when he found it. Had it all planned out.” He smiles sadly.
“I want to get it finished. For him.”
“That’s a great idea, sweetheart, and if you ever need anything, you know where I am.”
“Thanks, Graham.”
“Amy, you’ve always been like a daughter to me, and I always swore that if anything happened to your dad, that I’d take care of you, your mom and AJ. You’re as much my family as David is.” He pulls me into another hug and I rest my head on his chest.
“How is David?” I ask. His son, David is a few years older than I am, and having our dad’s as best friends meant that we were always together. He’s the closest thing I’ve ever had to a real friend up until I met Quinn. He was my only friend growing up, but I haven’t seen him in ages. Since he went away to college, we lost touch, something that saddens me.
“He quit college,” he says.
“He quit? Why?”
“I wish I knew. Just showed up one day and told me he quit. He’s a little quiet of late. He’s totally changed, he’s lost weight, he’s not himself. I keep asking what’s wrong but he’s adamant that he’s fine. We never really talk anymore. He’s moved into his own apartment, I guess he just needs his own space from his old dad.”
