Where I Need to Be

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Authors: Kimberly Knight
three chicken tacos to split and Cosmopolitans. Fog City
Diner was famous for being in the movie   So I Married an Axe
Murder   and
was always packed with customers. It was an upscale fifties
diner with black and white checkerboard patterns
throughout.
    Shortly after our food arrived, I
glanced up at the door and saw Max walking in with a girl. She had
dark brown hair and was wearing jeans and a grey and white striped
sweater.  I was so thankful that Ryan’s back was to the
door. Then Max noticed me and I gave him the look of
death--the look that spoke volumes.   If you come over here and fuck
with Ryan, I will so fuck your shit up!
    Max leaned over and whispered something into the
girl’s ear. They both looked at me and smiled and then they left,
not looking back behind them. Thankfully they were not holding
hands or I might have chased Max down and kicked his ass.
    “What’s wrong?” Ryan asked while I let out the breath
I didn’t realize I was holding in.
    “Oh… nothing. I thought I saw Travis.” There was no
way in hell I was going to tell her who I really saw. 
    “I better not see that piece of shit or I will fuck
him up for you, Spence!” Yep, we were definitely best friends, two
peas in a pod and I loved her!
    After dinner, Ryan and I took a cab over to The Mint,
which was packed by the time we arrived. Over the course of the
night, Ryan and I got extremely tipsy and sang very badly. I didn’t
care because all I wanted was for Ryan to have fun and we were
having a great time. 
    The next morning I woke up with a splitting headache.
I didn’t remember coming home last night but I was dressed in my
PJs and alone in my bed. I quickly got in the shower, got dressed
for work and made my way out to the kitchen for my morning
coffee. 
    Glancing at my phone to see what time it was, I
noticed I had a missed text from Brandon:
    Brandon:   Yes, night baby!
    Holy shit. Baby?   Did I miss something? I didn’t
remember texting Brandon last night! Panic ran through me and I
quickly scrolled up…
    10:49 p.m. 
    Me:   Hi, I miss u!
    Brandon:   I miss you too Spence. Are you
and Ryan having fun?
    Me:   Yes, Ryan is doing Karaoke
right now singing Party in the USA!
    Brandon:   I wish I could see that,
lol.
    11:11 p.m.
    Me:   I wish u were here! I would
soooooo go down on u in the bathroom.
    Brandon:   While that sounds tempting,
the guys would never let me live it down if I ditched them for a
chick right now.
    Me:   What if it was TWO hot chicks
going down on you?
    Two hot chicks?   Oh my God, I would never! I
kept saying Oh my God as I continued reading…
    Brandon:   LOL, how many drinks have you
had?
    11:16 p.m.
    Me:   Um… I have only had like 5
vodka cranberries.
    Brandon:   Well then I would say you’re
drunk. Be safe ok?
    11:20 p.m.
    Brandon:   Spence, are you ok?
    11:22 p.m.
    Brandon:   Hello?
    11:29 p.m.
    Me:   Sorry, Ryan and I sang a duet.
We are being safe. Come see me, NOW!!!
    Brandon:   I wish I could but like I
said, the boys would give me shit.
    Me:   Fine I see how it is!
:)
    Brandon:   Don’t be like that baby. I
would if I could!
    11:59 p.m.
    Me:   Ryan and I just got home. I’m
going to sleep with B.O.B. now… Night! 
    Brandon:   Baby, you’re killing me.
 I’m going to have to confiscate that thing from
you.
    Me:   I would rather DO the real
thing!
    Brandon:   Tomorrow, I
promise.
    Me:   Really?
    Brandon: Yes, night baby.
    Oh. My. God. Did I just plan to have sex with
Brandon…tonight? Two chicks? Going down on him in the bathroom?
What the fuck did I do? How am I ever going to face him again? Ah I
didn’t even shave my legs this morning!
    *~*~*
    I wasn’t feeling well but I still made it to work on
time. I could tell this day was going to be hell since I had a
hangover.  Around ten o’clock, Brandon texted to ask me how I
was feeling. I stared at the text for the longest time. I had no
idea what to say to him. Was he expecting to get laid
tonight? I know

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