I rolled over on the huge king sized bed and stretched my neck as I picked my phone up off the night stand. It was just after 8 in the morning, I yawned; the sun just barely peaking thought the huge bay window. I knew that I could roll back over and get a few more hours of sleep before the man next to me woke up, but I didn’t want to risk having him get up before me, because then he would insist on taking me to breakfast, and yea, that was fun like the first, but now it was just a little too much for me. I wasn’t ready for any commitments just yet, and I knew I was pushing it with him.
I slowly slipped out of the bed, making sure not to wake him as I picked up my clothes that were scattered over the floor, thankfully they were all in his bedroom this time.
My head quickly snapped up as I pulled my shirt over my head and heard the bed shift next to me. A sigh escaped my lips as he rolled onto his side, but didn’t open his eyes. I quickly, but quietly made my ways downstairs, grabbed my keys off the counter and picked up my shoes off the floor. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I quietly closed the door behind me. This wasn’t the first time that I have done this to him, and I’m sure it wasn’t going to be the last, but I wasn’t going to complain, it was easier this way.
I smiled to myself as I slide into the blue focus that sat in his driveway. I still had a couple hours before I had to be at the studio, just enough time to shower and get something to eat.

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“So I stopped by your apartment last night.” Karen, one of the instructors at the dance studio I worked at, and one of my best friends, said as I walked into the studio. She sat at the front desk that we used to check in are students and glared at me the minute I stepped into the studio. “And you weren’t there.”
“I was out,” I shrugged, busying myself as I pretended to search my bag after dropping my keys in there. I didn’t like the way her dark eyes studied me. I knew Karen didn’t really approve of my ‘hobbies’, but she didn’t need to be so judgmental.
“Of course you were out,” she rolled her eyes, disappointment written all over her face as her brown eyes tried to catch mine. “Did you at least know his name?”
I bite my lip, but after a moment I confessed, “It was Jamie.” Her brown eyes lit up as the realization of what I just said hit her.
“Oh, the famous Jamie,” Karen shook her head with a smile, “or is that just what you are calling all your fuck buddies now.”
“No, it’s the same Jamie,” I said and knew what she was thinking before she even spoke.
“Well Beth that might be a new record for you…” Karen nodded, almost looking impressed. “Sleeping with the same boy for almost a year.”
“It is,” I confirmed, “but it doesn’t mean anything.”
“Nothing?”
“Nada,” I smiled, but she had to know that it didn’t mean anything, and it never would. I just wasn’t the commitment type, more of a one and done deal, but something about Jamie just kept me coming back, nothing relationship worthy, but something. “It’s been almost a year and the only reason he ever text me is because he’s lonely, if you know what I mean.”
“Unfortunately I do,” she sighed as she turned back to the computer. “So you’re coming over for dinner tonight, right?”
“Is Veronica cooking?”
“Of course,” Karen rolled her eyes, because that was a stupid question, Karen doesn’t cook.
“Then I’ll be there.”

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I arrived at Karen’s and Veronica’s apartment just after 6. You see Karen and Veronica were roommates all four years of college, and since neither of them planned on leaving Dallas for a while they decided to rent an apartment together, I mean it worked for four years, so why not a few more.
I opened the door, there was no need to knock anymore, I was pretty much there third roommate, but I knew I was no were near roommate material, plus Karen gave me enough crap as it was, I could only image what else she’d find if we actually lived together.
I slowly closed the door behind me, finding it a little odd that there was no smell of food, or even noise in the kitchen.
“Karen, Veronica,” I called knowing that they had to be here somewhere; they usually locked the door when they went out.
“In Veronica’s room.” Karen’s voice filled the tiny apartment.
So I made my way down the tiny hallway to Veronica’s room. She was sitting on her bed, head resting against the backboard, knees pulled up to her chest. Karen sat next to her, not sure what to do. Looking at them now they look like such an odd mix, Karen with her short dark hair and small frame, and Veronica with her long blonde curls and long limbs.
“What happened V?” I asked as I sat down on her other side.
“Dillon broke up with me.” She confessed as tears streamed down her face and Karen looked at me, and I knew she was just as lost as I was.
“Dillon broke up with you.” My eyes widened at the confession as the words sunk in. “But you two were supposed to get married.”
“I know,” she heaved a sigh. “Two years with that jerk and he has the nerve to break up with me over a text, a text,” she spat. “Can you believe it?”
“Wow Veronica…” I shook my head with a sigh, not really sure what to say, but I did know what something that always made me feel better. “Let’s go to the club.”
“Beth,” Karen looked at me, eyes wide. “Going to the club isn’t the answer to everything.”
“Oh yes it is.” Veronica countered as she pushed herself off the bed and ran to the bathroom faster than a rabbit running from a dog.
Karen rolled her eyes at me as she crossed her arms over her chest. “You too are ridiculous.”
“I know.” I grinned with a wink before I want to join Veronica.

Notes

So I've had this idea for a while, let me know what you guys think