“Unless you’re dying, I’m hanging up,” Angela croaked.
“Nice to talk to you too, Ang,” I snorted.
“Do you know what time it is?” she whined. “It’s two in the
fucking morning.”
“Come on…it’s not like you’re working today. It’s July Fourth,”
I whined back. “I need you. Please, Ang. I need you so badly. You’re my best
friend and I’m…”
“Okay, okay. Give me a second. Ben’s poking me and pointing
to the door. Apparently, we’re being loud.” I listened to her speak quietly to
bed and some shuffling. “Shoot, Swan.”
“I’ve found the love of my life,” I blurted out, all hopes
of easing Angela into this conversation blown with my uncontrollable bout of
word vomit.
“Bitch, say what?” Angela laughed.
“At the resort, I met a guy. He’s the one. You know, the ONE!”
“Yes, I know the one.
I married mine. Is a ‘native?’” Angela asked.
“No. He’s American and works at the resort,” I explained.
“Start at the beginning, Bella,” Angela said. “You’re not
really making sense. Or maybe, my brain is still asleep.”
I took a deep breath and began my story from the beginning.
Angela listened quietly, asking questions for clarification but for the most
part, was pretty quiet. After I explained my feelings, I waited for Angela’s
response, only to be greeted with snores. “ANGELA! Wake up!”
“I’m up. Sorry,” she yawned.
“What did I say?”
“You met this girl, Alice, who is the daughter of the owners
of the resort. You become friends and stay with her. Then, you meet her
man-whore of a brother and are drawn to him. You ignore him for the most part
until the night of some nasty-ass storm where you spend the night. You talk and
walls get broken down. Long story short is that you finally see him and you love him. Yeah?”
“Pretty much,” I grumbled.
“So, why are you calling me at two in the morning?” she
asked, again stifling a yawn.
“What should I do? I don’t want to leave,” I whimpered. “I’m
physically sick about the prospect of leaving tomorrow, Ang. Help me. You’re
smart and shit.”
“Bella, this is your call. Now, you can’t just stay on the
island. Not right now. You’ve got commitments and such that you need to attend
to,” Angela explained. “What about your job? Apartment? Fallout of the wedding
fiasco?”
“I’m coming home, now, Angela. It’s just that…I don’t know
if my home is home anymore,” I said,
resting my head on my knees.
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