cut me right off.
“Noooooooo, don’t invite him! I don’t want him to go.” She was in front of me now, grabbing my arms.
What the hell?
“Why not? Aren’t you the one who said he could come?” Yeah, I remembered her saying something like that.
“No, I didn’t. You were drunk. You were very, very, very drunk. You must have heard me wrong.” Closing my eyes I tried to think back to that night, but there were only bits and pieces.
“But I could have swor...”
Again she cut me off.
“You were drunk, like I said. Besides, do you want problems with James and Grey in the same space? I know I don’t, so please don’t tell him.” She was begging me now.
She did have a point, Grey and James around each other was not something I wanted to deal with when I was trying to have a good time. “I’m not going to lie to him, Emma.”
She sat down on the bed. I could see the wheels turning in her head. “Just tell him we’re having a girly weekend.” She faked a smile.
“No. I’ll ask him. If he wants to go then I’ll make my excuses and stay. If he says no then I’ll go.” For Emma’s sake I hoped he’d say no, which I’m pretty sure he would, considering the late notice.
Besides, he didn’t like to be around Emma. He said she was way too loud. I never really complained about his friends. They were mostly from his office so whenever we did go out it was always about work. Boring.
“Ugh,” Emma said, throwing her body flat on the bed. “Whatever. Invite him.”
Great.
I had so much to do while Emma sat on the computer flicking through pictures.
Chapter - 6
James
Fuck, the last week had been a fucking crazy week from hell. With partying and work I hadn’t had a chance to just sit and relax. I didn’t even want to think about the fun-filled weekend ahead of me. Brent had invited Paul and me over to his beach house again. He was a close friend of Paul’s, and once Paul and I became roommates, Brent would come over from to time to time to hang out, occasionally inviting us to his parties. Now we are all very close. Last weekend’s party was fucking crazy. I got way too drunk but I had a fucking blast even though it was some sort of graduation party for Brent’s cousin. But this weekend was supposed to be a pool/foam/glow stick party thing. Never been to one of those, so I was looking forward to it.
As I got up to take a leak I heard my phone ringing. It was a regular ringtone so I knew it wasn’t programmed into my phone. I had specific ringtones for everyone; I hated having the same fucking ringtone for all of my contacts. It was a number that didn’t look familiar but the area code was from back home so I answered it.
“Hello?” I answered.
It was a female’s voice. “Hey, James.”
“Who’s this?” The voice sounded vaguely familiar but I had no clue as to who it was.
“Really, dipshit? It’s Emma.” Emma? Emma…Ohhhh okay. It’s hard to recognize a voice right away without the name. Since I had to update my phone, I must’ve forgot to store her number.
“Oh hey, what’s up?”
I didn’t normally speak to Emma much, only when I was in town, and even then only when I was hanging with Becca. Emma wasn’t so bad. For a short chick she had a spitfire mouth. She was very loud but funny. She was cool, never had a problem with her, and she couldn’t stand Grey’s ass so she got kudos points there.
“Did Becca mentioned to you about my boyfriend coming up your way this weekend?”
I started to go through my mental rolodex. I remember at the Fourth of July party she mentioned something about it. I just didn’t know the details. She also mentioned it the last time we used FaceTime, and I think she sent me a text but I couldn’t write her back at the time.
“Yeah, I sort of remember. Why?”
“Well, I’m going to try to make this short. My boyfriend was supposed to stay at his cousin’s house but he got evicted. Now we don’t
“Noooooooo, don’t invite him! I don’t want him to go.” She was in front of me now, grabbing my arms.
What the hell?
“Why not? Aren’t you the one who said he could come?” Yeah, I remembered her saying something like that.
“No, I didn’t. You were drunk. You were very, very, very drunk. You must have heard me wrong.” Closing my eyes I tried to think back to that night, but there were only bits and pieces.
“But I could have swor...”
Again she cut me off.
“You were drunk, like I said. Besides, do you want problems with James and Grey in the same space? I know I don’t, so please don’t tell him.” She was begging me now.
She did have a point, Grey and James around each other was not something I wanted to deal with when I was trying to have a good time. “I’m not going to lie to him, Emma.”
She sat down on the bed. I could see the wheels turning in her head. “Just tell him we’re having a girly weekend.” She faked a smile.
“No. I’ll ask him. If he wants to go then I’ll make my excuses and stay. If he says no then I’ll go.” For Emma’s sake I hoped he’d say no, which I’m pretty sure he would, considering the late notice.
Besides, he didn’t like to be around Emma. He said she was way too loud. I never really complained about his friends. They were mostly from his office so whenever we did go out it was always about work. Boring.
“Ugh,” Emma said, throwing her body flat on the bed. “Whatever. Invite him.”
Great.
I had so much to do while Emma sat on the computer flicking through pictures.
Chapter - 6
James
Fuck, the last week had been a fucking crazy week from hell. With partying and work I hadn’t had a chance to just sit and relax. I didn’t even want to think about the fun-filled weekend ahead of me. Brent had invited Paul and me over to his beach house again. He was a close friend of Paul’s, and once Paul and I became roommates, Brent would come over from to time to time to hang out, occasionally inviting us to his parties. Now we are all very close. Last weekend’s party was fucking crazy. I got way too drunk but I had a fucking blast even though it was some sort of graduation party for Brent’s cousin. But this weekend was supposed to be a pool/foam/glow stick party thing. Never been to one of those, so I was looking forward to it.
As I got up to take a leak I heard my phone ringing. It was a regular ringtone so I knew it wasn’t programmed into my phone. I had specific ringtones for everyone; I hated having the same fucking ringtone for all of my contacts. It was a number that didn’t look familiar but the area code was from back home so I answered it.
“Hello?” I answered.
It was a female’s voice. “Hey, James.”
“Who’s this?” The voice sounded vaguely familiar but I had no clue as to who it was.
“Really, dipshit? It’s Emma.” Emma? Emma…Ohhhh okay. It’s hard to recognize a voice right away without the name. Since I had to update my phone, I must’ve forgot to store her number.
“Oh hey, what’s up?”
I didn’t normally speak to Emma much, only when I was in town, and even then only when I was hanging with Becca. Emma wasn’t so bad. For a short chick she had a spitfire mouth. She was very loud but funny. She was cool, never had a problem with her, and she couldn’t stand Grey’s ass so she got kudos points there.
“Did Becca mentioned to you about my boyfriend coming up your way this weekend?”
I started to go through my mental rolodex. I remember at the Fourth of July party she mentioned something about it. I just didn’t know the details. She also mentioned it the last time we used FaceTime, and I think she sent me a text but I couldn’t write her back at the time.
“Yeah, I sort of remember. Why?”
“Well, I’m going to try to make this short. My boyfriend was supposed to stay at his cousin’s house but he got evicted. Now we don’t
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