I hear an unsettling knock at my door, just when I was getting to the good part of my dream. I lie in bed asking myself if I can handle tonight. Just as my brain begins to process the question my body is already on the move. I’m unaware of my actions; I’m still contemplating my decision. Another knock and my body starts moving faster towards the door, my hand is on knob and just when my conclusion results to: no" I opened the door.
There at my doorstep stood two people a boy and a girl.
The boy’s height was short compared to me, and the girl’s just a bit shorter than him. His style represented that of a modern hipster from the shoes to the hair. The girl on the other hand looked like your classic 90’s punk rock girl, with high-top Converse, black skinny jeans, long straighten hair and a shirt she single handily cut the sleeves off. Both contrasted each other but made for the perfect couple.
I stood at the doorframe wanting for them to invite themselves in. “Are you ready for the reunion?” The boy asked with his gleaming smile, I replied with an untenable tone “Eh, not much of a reunion, feels more like a triple date. The twist being I don’t have a date.”
“It’ll be fine! Chelsea agreed to go, so you won’t be alone.”
“Yeah… but we haven’t talked in about a year and she’s dating that dark skin guy, who thinks he’s a comedian.”
“Carlos? He’s is out of town for a month, so that should give you plenty of time to catch up.”
“Damn it, Dan! I hate you for this.”
Even if we did talk one on one would it be the same? Would she still be the same person I knew a year ago? “Speaking of which,” he said abruptly “we have to go pick her up. Rachel text her to let her know we are on our way.” She simply nodded, pulled out her phone, and headed towards the car. I told Dan I’d meet him in the car. My mind was disoriented it took me over a minute to find my blazer; I started regretting opening the door. I scuffle in my small lair, making sure I had everything I needed: wallet, phone, and more importantly the box. Before walking out the front door I took one last look at myself in the bathroom mirror. There I stood with short messy hair, thick-rimmed glasses, a black faded blazer with a red shirt underneath that said Programmer, dark blue jeans, and a pair of beaten up Chucks. I couldn’t tell if I was overdressed or under. It didn’t matter I just wanted the night to be over. I walked out of my comfort zone and into the abyss.
The whole ride towards Chelsea’s I was with bombarded with questions, which I replied with no 100% of the time. They each took turns interviewing me. Do you have a steady job yet? No. Are you dating anyone? No. Have you seen…? No. Have you read…? No. Are you excited for tonight? No. For a second I thought I was singing Nobody But Me.The questions finally stopped and there was a moment of silence. I tried my best to avoid looking forward, because every time I did I would see Rachel’s hand over Dan’s hand, as he held the clutch. This drew me closer to depression.
Finally we arrived at our location at the beach. Chelsea always wanted to live by the beach. She loved the sand, and the way the sun kisses her skin. It was her dream house. She would tell me how every morning would feel new because the sun would slink it’s way through the blinds and crest her skin, and she would wake up with a smile knowing she would be lying next to me. That was a simpler time, a happier time.
We parked outside of some blue apartment. My heart sunk. My whole body was nervous, I felt like a volcano about to erupt. We walked a flight of stairs up to the third floor. 391 was the apartment number we stood at. Despise the fact Dan and Rachel was there I felt like a lone adventurer about to enter a dungeon with nothing but a stick. Here I was at my ex’s door and there I was ringing the doorbell.
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