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to walk away but I am still clenching his shirt. He looks down at my hands smiling and places his on top of mine to remove my fingers.
Stepping back away from him my face is flushed and I am trying to get my breathing unde r control, I finally get a few breaths in and get out "Good night Britty." He smiles, winks at me and turns around to walk out the door, I watch him walk to his car and I wave at them as they drive away. I close the door and lean against it still breathing hard. How in the fuck am I going to sleep tonight? Thanks Michael for the almost sexy times in the doorway! I need a bottle of wine, a bath, and most likely I will be taking care of business tonight with B.O.B just so I can fall asleep. DAMN YOU MICHAEL CRESTMOORE!!
Chapter 13
A little over a month later the almost sex escapade wa s just a memory. A very steamy memory, which I replayed many times over in the shower, in my bed and the bathtub. I managed to get the rest of the leftover crap from the garage sale loaded up in Jess’s SUV and dropped off at the Charity Barn. Jess and Clarissa, being the traitorous duo they are, did try to convince Michael to help but it was busy at the funeral home. He promised to show up soon, and I know it most likely will be out of the blue and scare the bejesus out of me. Sneaky little Britty!
As I am walking through the house I see the red leather arm chair that Autum said made the room pop. The cream walls are faded; the wood floors are now dull except the spot where the brown leather couch was along with the matching end and coffee tables that I sold in the garage sale. The stone fireplace needed a good cleaning along with the mantle above it that had nothing but pictures of Autum and Clarissa, she said her best friend was her sister since she didn’t have one so she would always be place d prominently along with her. A huge Roman numeral clock was the piece on the wall that I really thought looked cool needed dusted along with the 52’ plasma T.V and X-box system.
I sit down in the arm chair and look at the massive space and how empty the house actually is. I have contemplated not selling it since it has so many memories of Autum. Can I sell this place and be happy eventually? I just don’t know, in my head I hear the conversation that Jess and I had right after the garage sale.
It’s your home now Addy, make it yours! Paint this shitty cream color and make a statement. No one will judge you now, well, except me. That’s what I do and don’t paint it purple; only crazy people color their house purple. I laugh out loud at Jess and her opinion of crazy people.
Looking at the dusty clock and knowing that I need to call my dad about the fishing trip that we planned since we missed the Walleye opener. I promised that we would do a family outing for fishing and camping. My brother is going to rent us some cabins up in northern Minnesota so we all can go and sleep without being rained on and freaking mosquitos coming into the tents. Something Minnesota and Wisconsin are known for, blood sucking bastards!
Walking into the kitchen my cell rings and Jess’s duck face is on the screen.
“Hello friend,”
“Addy, get over to my house right fucking now!”
“Oh My God, what’s going on Jess, are you ok?”
“Skyler just bought a motorcycle!!”
“GOD DAMMIT JESS!! You scared the shit out of me. You are a dead bitch when I get there!”
“HAHAHAHAHAHA, yeah right. Now get your ass over here. I will give you thirty minutes, and bring your helmet.” Click…the phone goes dead. I really am going to kill that bitch. My heart is slowing down from the near panic attack.
After I showered and braided my hair so my helmet will fit over my head I head out to the garage, but the garage door is open and I know Curt is here. “Fuck,” I swear under my breath.
“Hey babe.” Curt looks over at me smiling. What is he doing calling me babe, and what is he doing in the garage?
“Umm, what are you doing
Stepping back away from him my face is flushed and I am trying to get my breathing unde r control, I finally get a few breaths in and get out "Good night Britty." He smiles, winks at me and turns around to walk out the door, I watch him walk to his car and I wave at them as they drive away. I close the door and lean against it still breathing hard. How in the fuck am I going to sleep tonight? Thanks Michael for the almost sexy times in the doorway! I need a bottle of wine, a bath, and most likely I will be taking care of business tonight with B.O.B just so I can fall asleep. DAMN YOU MICHAEL CRESTMOORE!!
Chapter 13
A little over a month later the almost sex escapade wa s just a memory. A very steamy memory, which I replayed many times over in the shower, in my bed and the bathtub. I managed to get the rest of the leftover crap from the garage sale loaded up in Jess’s SUV and dropped off at the Charity Barn. Jess and Clarissa, being the traitorous duo they are, did try to convince Michael to help but it was busy at the funeral home. He promised to show up soon, and I know it most likely will be out of the blue and scare the bejesus out of me. Sneaky little Britty!
As I am walking through the house I see the red leather arm chair that Autum said made the room pop. The cream walls are faded; the wood floors are now dull except the spot where the brown leather couch was along with the matching end and coffee tables that I sold in the garage sale. The stone fireplace needed a good cleaning along with the mantle above it that had nothing but pictures of Autum and Clarissa, she said her best friend was her sister since she didn’t have one so she would always be place d prominently along with her. A huge Roman numeral clock was the piece on the wall that I really thought looked cool needed dusted along with the 52’ plasma T.V and X-box system.
I sit down in the arm chair and look at the massive space and how empty the house actually is. I have contemplated not selling it since it has so many memories of Autum. Can I sell this place and be happy eventually? I just don’t know, in my head I hear the conversation that Jess and I had right after the garage sale.
It’s your home now Addy, make it yours! Paint this shitty cream color and make a statement. No one will judge you now, well, except me. That’s what I do and don’t paint it purple; only crazy people color their house purple. I laugh out loud at Jess and her opinion of crazy people.
Looking at the dusty clock and knowing that I need to call my dad about the fishing trip that we planned since we missed the Walleye opener. I promised that we would do a family outing for fishing and camping. My brother is going to rent us some cabins up in northern Minnesota so we all can go and sleep without being rained on and freaking mosquitos coming into the tents. Something Minnesota and Wisconsin are known for, blood sucking bastards!
Walking into the kitchen my cell rings and Jess’s duck face is on the screen.
“Hello friend,”
“Addy, get over to my house right fucking now!”
“Oh My God, what’s going on Jess, are you ok?”
“Skyler just bought a motorcycle!!”
“GOD DAMMIT JESS!! You scared the shit out of me. You are a dead bitch when I get there!”
“HAHAHAHAHAHA, yeah right. Now get your ass over here. I will give you thirty minutes, and bring your helmet.” Click…the phone goes dead. I really am going to kill that bitch. My heart is slowing down from the near panic attack.
After I showered and braided my hair so my helmet will fit over my head I head out to the garage, but the garage door is open and I know Curt is here. “Fuck,” I swear under my breath.
“Hey babe.” Curt looks over at me smiling. What is he doing calling me babe, and what is he doing in the garage?
“Umm, what are you doing
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