#12DaysofaShortStory Challenge – Day 8 and 9

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I’m going to lie, when I started this challenge, I was a bit cocky. I thought it would be easy to knock out 12 days straight of writing. Not so much but I’m going to continue to give it a go. You’re getting a double dose today–Day 8 and 9. Catch up on Day 7-ish and earlier post here before you start reading.

 

The Season for Living: Part VIII

The first snowflake of winter sat quietly on my window sill, taking in the chill from the air and its single moment alone. For once, the meteorologist got it right. They predicted our first snow storm months ago but only cold rain fell. Today they nailed it as I watch other snowflakes join the first one. 

Watching them move in on my balcony calmed my mind for a moment. I sat and watched. Watched and waited and hoped. I hoped that the storm would bring in more than just snow, hopefully it would bring in some clarity about what I should do about Cade and his declaration.  

I’ve gone through so many emotions in one phone call. First jealously, then curiosity, now confusion and I all really want is clarity.  

I remember thinking about Cade in a romantic way when I first met him. With a hue as bronze as his and eyes as clear as the sunset, it’s hard not to be infatuated at first sight. We first met on the corner of Maple and Simon Street. I was there with a friend and he was walking up with a mutual friend. We couldn’t be older than 15—maybe even 16—and he was gorgeous in my young eyes.  

But I knew my homegirl was digging him seeing that she damn jumped on him when he was close enough. They exchanged numbers and that was it. We would forever be best friends. Me and my girls had a solid and forever rule to never date an ex. And he soon became an ex, and then me and her grew distant. Not because of him, but because I had to grow up and go to college. She was cool with staying in the same place with the same people and trying to get a job right out of high school. I respected that as much as I hope she respected my decision to go away to college.  

Ironically me and him ended up at college together but I knew about their relationship and just let friendship be enough. Sure, there were a few drunken nights where things could have gone another way but it couldn’t. We wouldn’t. Friendship over lust. Now I have to choose between friendship and love. I don’t want to lose my friend. 


The Season for Living: Part IX

The snow layered and layered as I stared at the phone. I want to call Cade back but I’m not sure I have the right words yet. I move from my bed downstairs to the kitchen. I’ll focus on feeding myself and maybe something will hit me.  

It’s getting late so if I’m going to call him back, I need to do it soon before his shift is over. Hopefully he’s not busy yet. I pick up the phone and begin dialing. Then I stop. Not yet.  

I opened the cabinet and pull out a box of cheerios and milk from the fridge. Evening breakfast always makes me feel better. I plop down on the stool at the island and look out the window.  

The sun has set but the rays have the sky glowing under the snowfall. It’s beautiful. Sipping the milk off the spoon, I looked around my empty apartment and reminisce on the last time Cade was over. 

He brought over Chinese food and we sat and watched like three basketball games together. We argued about who was the best player and laughed at the worst ones. He almost made me spit out food at one of his jokes. He’s a pretty funny guy. That day he was in jeans, some shirt and a fresh cut. I love when a man gets a fresh cut, so I remembered his vividly; wavy and smooth. He looked nice. Nothing out of the ordinary but cute. He has always looked cute in some way.  

Like when he smiles, the dimple on his left cheek peaks out. Or when he’s trying to be serious and his eyebrow furrow just like the Grinch. He can never hold it either; he’s such a softy.  

Okay, so maybe I like him more than I think.  

Oh yeah, even before the last time he was here, I remember when he came over just to talk. It was after his dad passed. It was a rough time but he did his best to get through it but when he came over that time, he cried and I was happy to be there for him. 

I hugged him right as he was leaving and apparently, he needed it more than I knew. He didn’t break down, he just embraced his sorrowed and quietly let tears flow. I’m glad I was there with him. I’d never seen him like that before and haven’t seen him like that since. He told me soon after that he had never cried in front of another woman other than his mother. I was honored and felt so much love for him in that moment. Love for our relationship…I mean our friendship. 

I mean, I guess there are times when this feels more like a relationship than just a friendship. I need to know when me makes it home safely each night, but that’s because of his job. He always comes over when I’m not feeling well, even when my cramps have me down and out. He never asks what’s wrong other than is it my stomach or a cold. That’s enough for him.  

And we care so much for each other. We damn near know everyone each other’s family. He comes to my reunions and I go to his. He comes over for the holidays and I’ve even vacation with his family in the summer time. 

It’s like we’ve been in a relationship and I didn’t even know it. No, I didn’t realize it. If this is what a relationship is, then I can do it.  

I scrap my spoon on the bottom of the bowl. I’m full of food and of clarity. 

To be continued tomorrow…

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#12DaysofaShortStory Challenge – Day 6

We’ve hit an important part of the short story. Let me know what you think so far. Oh, and if you missed yesterday’s post, check it out here.

The Season for Living: Part VI

“Cade, are you there?” For a moment, I thought about if he wasn’t on the other line. What if his phone called me back but he was in a criminal fight for his life?  

“Yeah, I’m here.” I was glad that I was wrong. Then silence. A calming silence. It was like we wanted to hear each other breathe to know that we were really alright. I’d be lying if I said this was the first time I thought about “what if” in Cade’s career.  

I knew how ridiculous the world could be. We all know how reckless people think police officers are but Cade was the swan of the bunch. He held his own with the community and everyone respected him for it. He gave respect to earn respect, even to the grimiest, drug-ridden lost soul. He was just different.  

So different that I couldn’t image my life without him. 

He broke the silence with beautiful words. “I love you.” 

I couldn’t fill the silence yet, so I just let him continue.  

“I had to just say it. When I got off the phone, I couldn’t focus on helping my guy. I just kept thinking. Did she get it? Did she finally get it? And something spoke to me and said no.” 

“You’re right.” I chuckled but not at his gesture at his accuracy of the situation. I had to explain myself before he took it the wrong way.  

“I thought this whole time you were talking about Angie.” 

“Angie. The fuck…no. She’s cute but her personality is trash.” 

“Touche’.” I hadn’t even gotten that far in my analysis to breakdown her character.  

“I don’t need you to say it back though.” 

Shit, I didn’t say it back, but why not? I do love him. But I wonder if it’s the same way.  

“I mean I do too but are you talking about on the friend front or the more than friend side.” 

“Were you listening to me at all?” His aggression sort of pissed me off. I’m just trying to get some clarity. “I love you like wanting to be in a relationship with you. Like wanting to be near you, or even better, to kiss those lips.” I couldn’t be mad anymore.  

“But when…and how Cade?” I could probably figure it out but I needed to hear more before I put my heart out there.  

To be continued tomorrow…

#12DaysofaShortStory Challenge – Day 4

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It’s Day 4 of my challenge and part deux for today.  Wait…if you missed Day 3, go catch up here.

The Season for Living: Part IV

“Hey, we’ve been talking about me all night. What’s going on with you?” I always know when Cade gets nervous about a topic. Love has always been one of them too. He was going to get over it tonight though.  

“Nope. I need to know more. Who is she and when did you know?” 

“Naw, I’m done talking about this. Let me tell you about this dumbass dude I pulled over tonight.” 

Now he’s starting to get on my nerves with this macho stuff. Just tell me. 

“Cade, stop playing. This is good stuff. You’ve finally found love and as your best friend I should know the dets from top to bottom. So spit it out punk!” 

He laughed and so did I.  

“Ok. She’s…she’s…nah I can’t tell you yet. Just know that she’s amazing and I know you like her.”  

“Do she have big ass!?” I replied jokingly but also seriously He liked them slim waist, small chest even but with a huge butt.  

“Absolutely she does.” The pride in his voice bloomed and I took the chance to pull more out. 

“When did you know that you loved her.” I’m not a romantic—I don’t think—but knowing how someone so close to me found love, before me was worth listening to.  

I heard his radio go off again.  

“Tee hold on.” I could tell he put the phone down to respond to the radio.  

Then my line clicked. It was Deanna. I figured he needed a moment so I clicked over to see what she needed. It would only take a second, so I thought.  

“DeDe, what’s up.” 

Her voice was heavy and ridged. She was breathing hard, so hard it took her a moment to even answer. 

“Girl, I just beat the hell out of that bitch Margo.” 

“What? Where? When?” I had so many questions. It’s the night before Christmas. What was she thinking? DeDe must love jails and fines because she can never keep her hands to herself. But most of the time, the other person deserves it, she just doesn’t have to be executor ever time.  

“It wasn’t my fault. Here’s what happened…” 

I catch her mid-sentence. “Hold on real quick.” I clicked over. Cade still had the phone down and now it sounded like he was talking to another officer nearby. I’m not done with our conversation yet. I’ll just click back over and get this story out of her so I can tell him her madness too.  

“DeDe?” 

“Yeah girl.” 

“Okay, what happened!? 

To be continued tomorrow…

#12DaysofaShortStory Challenge – Day 3-ish

Okay, I’ll admit it. The amazingly awesome, but still roughish, sex made me fall fast for him. I think he opened up a side of my sexuality I never knew I had.

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Ok, I know. I’m late on this one but the day got away from me yesterday but it’s here. Check out Day 3-ish. Wait…if you missed Day 2, go catch up here.

The Season for Living: Part III

Cameron Michaels was the roughest mistake I’ve ever made. Not the worst but absolutely rough. He was like climbing a cactus then sliding down a dried out 150-year old creek. And still some how I wanted to love him.  

Okay, I’ll admit it. The amazingly awesome, but still roughish, sex made me fall fast for him. I think he opened up a side of my sexuality I never knew I had. It was like trying to tame a wild horse, no more like riding the oldest wooden roller-coaster at Six Flags. Yeah, like that – bumpy the entire way but exhilarating by the end. 

Sex was blinding though. I thought the way he threw me around the bedroom meant that he actually cared about me. Maybe even that he wanted a relationship. Sure, we spent only six hours a day together, and it was normally at night. And when we spoke in the daytime it was only through text but he’s a busy man. He was a security guard, driver and bouncer, and that was just Monday through Friday.  

We didn’t go out but we watch shows and movies when he came over before the rodeo began. In those six hours, he made me feel wanted, like I was worth his time and love. He was my first true lover without the love. I’m lying again. I did love him. I just didn’t know he didn’t love me until I said it on night forty-six, when he finally invited me to his apartment. 

We were laying there, sweaty and exhausted and the timing seemed perfect, so I said it. It just fell out onto the pillow and he said nothing. Our musk was sweet to me but then it seemed like he didn’t care for it anymore. He got up and went to the shower. He’d never done that before. I’m sure he showers afterwards but it had to be after I left.  

I knew I had done something wrong but I hoped it was just my anxiety. He was in there for what felt like an hour and I got the hint. I got my clothes on, took my phone off the charger and waited for a little while longer at the bedside. He didn’t come out. I knocked on the door and said “I’m about to go.” 

He said, “Okay. Cool.” Cool it wasn’t but whatever. I never heard from him again. It was a great lesson for me though. Through the tears and minor heartache, my soul learned that sex doesn’t equate to love. At least not for me. Oh, and it taught me never to say “I love you” before him. Never. Ever.  

So, I totally get why Cade was holding back. You have to, at least until she tells him what he needs to hear.  

“I get it man,” I finally responded. I totally get it and he’s definitely on the right track. I hope she doesn’t disappoint him. He’s a good guy and he deserves real love. 

To be continued tomorrow…okay really later tonight. 🙂