“If you have to work too hard, maybe it’s not meant to be?” Aiden asks. “There comes a point where you will need to just leave her alone, you know.”
“Yes, thank you, Aiden. I am aware of that. And if Alex hadn’t confirmed that Becca is actually interested, I wouldn’t be pursuing her. But she’s interested, so I will keep trying. At least as long as she wants me too, anyway.”
“just don’t ghost her like you do all the others,” Aiden says. “You give them a few weeks, make them fall in love with you, and then you disappear.”
“I do not do that,” I say. “I always give it a fair chance. I just refuse to stick around when I realized that the chick isn’t the one. How fair would it be of me to waste their time and mine?”
“Give him a break,” Travis says. “He’s a romantic at heart. Johnny wants to feel Cupid’s arrow when it shoots him through the heart.”
I open my mouth to protest, but he’s not wrong. The thing is, I’ve already felt that with Becca. Because she is the one.
I already spoke to Alex, and she confirmed that Becca is still interested, as far as she knows, but she hasn’t talked to her yet today.
If she doesn’t get back to me today, at least I know she’ll be here tomorrow for Alex’s Sunday dinner. This weekly tradition of having dinner with everyone together is one of my favourite things that Alex has brought to our little group. Not only is Connor incredibly happy now, but we’re all spending time together as a family, not just making music and going our separate ways.
* * *
I spent a long, sleepless night thinking every noise was a notification on my phone from Becca finally getting back to me. Spoiler: it wasn’t. Not one single time. I haven’t heard a word from her since I fell asleep with her at my place.
This morning was a nightmare. I looked at the clock every five minutes, waiting for it to be late enough to go over to Connor’s place. In the past, I would have just gone over at any time, but now that he has Alex, I don’t want to intrude on their private time. Especially since we’ll all be there for dinner, anyway.
I plan to take a little extra care dressing today. If I’m going to see Becca, then I want her to look at me and like what she sees. I assume she already does, but dressing better can’t hurt. Luckily, I have a pretty good idea what Becca likes, and I just so happen to have a closet full of it.
I pull out ripped jeans, a faded black vintage Ramones t-shirt, Black Doc Martens, and a dark grey survival style jacket that I won off a roadie in a game of poker during our first tour. I get dressed and put a little product in my hair, just to keep the curls from getting too fuzzy, and I’m ready to go.
Here’s goes nothing.
