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“No, what I know is that you say you don’t want a serious relationship. What I believe is that you’re afraid to be in one.”
“The two kind of go hand in hand, don’t they? In order to commit yourself fully to another person you have to be willing to accept that it might not work out. There’s always a level of fear involved. But that’s not all that it is for me. I don’t want a relationship because I like my life the way it is. For the first time in years I’m truly happy and I didn’t need a man to do it. Love isn’t something we need.”
“It’s something we’re taught we need,” she repeats the phrase I’ve said to her more than once. “You’re so predictable.”
“I could say the same about you.”
“Maybe we just know each other too well.” She chuckles.
“Maybe we do.”
“So, Friday night,” she continues when a long moment of silence stretches between us.
“Just keep your evening open and I’ll let you know for sure once I talk to Harris.”
“Sounds like a plan.” She taps her fingers on the steering wheel. “Is it bad that I’m actually kind of excited to get a front row seat to The Blue and Harris Show?”
“The Blue and Harris Show?”
“That’s what I’m calling it. The shit you two have going on is like a soap opera. It’s entertaining as hell. I’m over here popping popcorn in my mouth waiting to see how it all unfolds.”
“Well hopefully you’re not rooting for a happy ending because you might be disappointed.”
“I don’t know. I’m holding out for a major plot twist.”
“You seriously need a life.”
She thinks on that for a minute. “Yeah, I guess you’re not wrong there,” she says, turning onto my street before pulling up to the curb in front of my building. “Want me to come up and hang for a while?”
“Nah, I think I’m gonna crash for a bit. I’m exhausted.” I pop open the door and climb out before leaning into the backseat to retrieve my bag.
“Okay, call me later?”
“I will. Thank you again for the ride.”
“Anytime.” She gives me a little wave seconds before I close the door.
I’m halfway to my building when my phone vibrates in my hand. Glancing down at the screen, I stop dead in my tracks when I see the message from Harris.
Harris:Turns out I’m not a very good listener either. I’m on my way over.
