“I hate you, you know that, right?” she sputtered.
“I’m not loving you right now either.”
She pushed herself inside and went to my couch, falling into it. “You’re the only one I can mourn with. So come over so I can yell at you while I cry.”
I closed the door softly and went to sit with her.Over the next hour, I did as told. I listened to her explain everything. How she found a picture of me on his dresser, and then caught him subscribing to my website. They later made a deal that if she could see everything, it was okay.
“What was up with the shrine?” I asked, after a few drinks.
“Oh I know, right? I tried to put my picture on it once and he nearly broke up with me. He wanted me to get you to do a threesome. I was going to try because you know, I loved the fucking bastard.”
“If it means anything, I would have turned you down.” I hugged her tightly, and we cried together.
“Yeah, because you’ve got that fucking hot as all-get-out new guy. I got wet just watching him drink his beer.”
“Soleil!” I laughed through my tears.
“It’s true. I imagined him the other night while blowing Spencer. Is his dick big?”
I blushed, and she kept going.
“Do you choke when you suck him off or is it like baby corn?” She giggled, which caused me to burst into laughter as well.
“I love drunk Eisley,” she sighed. “It’s been forever since we’ve done this. Are you not taking those meds anymore?”
I opened my mouth but a knock on my door interrupted our bonding tears, and I got up to answer. I opened the door, and a bouquet was thrust into my face.
“Eisley?”
I stepped back, thanked the man, and closed the door.I went back to the living room and sat the vase down. Another perfect bouquet. With the delphiniums and senecio.Suddenly, the air in the room changed. I glanced at Soleil and saw rage.
“You got flowers formyboyfriend dying?”
Rule 31 - Constantine
Learn how to be a good liar.
Ipulled into her driveway, and she came out, dressed more modestly than usual. A black dress with sheer lace sleeves that went to her wrists and the neckline to her chin.
“You look good in black,” Eisley said as I stepped out of my car and went around to open her door. “Is that a tailored suit?”
“It is. I brought it in case I needed it for the documentary.”
“Well, good thing, I guess.”
“How do you feel?” I asked her as we drove to Spencer’s funeral.
“Like the mistress.” She snickered.
“Soleil said it was okay, and his mom came over yesterday and asked me to come, but it still feels wrong.”
“You had no idea it was him behind the screen.”
“Yeah, but like, it was a lot of money. Money that he should have been using to get married and start a family with Soleil.”
“Well, it’s kind of a good thing he didn’t know, don’t you think?”
She glared at me. “That’s not funny.”
