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“Becoming such a fucking pussy. I mean Seriously, when did you grow a vagina? Is it shaved or the all-natural type?” He smirks.
“It was only a matter of time. First, you’re tied down, and then some of that rubs off on the other guys. Who’s next? Jason?” I joke.
“God, that man wouldn’t know a good woman, if his life depended on it. He’s too consumed with money and boobs. The more that he can get his hands on, the better.”
“Ain’t that the truth.” I say, and the room goes silent.
For the first time in our friendship, we have an awkward silence.
“So, maybe we can come and visit you? Make a trip and you can show me the sights. I’ve never been to Los Angeles, you can be my tour guide and shit,” he grins.
“Yeah, we can work that out.” I tell him slapping the island counter. “So, shall we? We don’t wanna keep the rest of the douches waiting on my last night, right?”
“They can wait all they want, this is our special time.”
“Are you going to start crying?” I ask.
“Only if you try to hug me, so let’s just keep this distance and we’ll be good.”
“What if I touch your hand, like brush my finger right here.” I reach and fuck with him. He pulls his hand back and holds it against his chest.
“One touch may not be enough.” He warns pointing at me.
“Let’s get out of here, I don’t want to hear any bitching,” I tell him.
* * *
We walk into the bar and walk directly to our usual table. The other guys look up from their conversation as we slide into the circular booth.
“It’s about damn time! Were you two making out in the car on the way over here?” Cooper smirks.
“Maxi-pad here was admiring how big his penthouse was for one last time and thinking about how he’s going to move into something the size of his kitchen. It was a sad moment, there was consoling and then tears.” Marcus jokes.
“Seriously, those homes in LA are probably a lot smaller than anything that you would buy here. What did you get, a shoebox?” Jason asks.
“There’s areas with bigger homes, but I figure as long as I’m set with what I need, I won’t ask for much else.” I shrug.
“He means pussy,” Conner laughs, but it’s cut short with my elbow into his ribs.
“So, do you have a tight pad? Up in the Hollywood Hills? Maybe Malibu?” Jason asks.
“I bought a four bedroom craftsman house in Highland Park. It’s actually really beautiful.” I tell them.
“Beautiful? You sound like a total chick. Do you shave your lady bits too? Do you have a landing strip? Maybe a full on bush? Do you and Peyton use a double-edged dildo?” Cooper laughs hysterically.
“I asked him the same thing,” Marcus laughs.
At the end of the night, the guys have each taken their respective jabs at me and I let them. We ended the night with a celebratory shot and a round of man-hugs, the type where you don’t really hug, but half hug with a hefty pat on the upper shoulder. There may have been grunts and some light sniffles from Marcus, but ultimately, we finished the night on a high and with laughter.
When I walked into the dark and empty penthouse, the weight of the night crashed on my shoulders.
I’m leaving.
I’m leaving the state and starting a whole new life. Perhaps, a new adventure.
And I’m doing part of it, to be with a woman I am one hundred percent in love with.
And my new life starts, tomorrow.
