Love At First Glance (Love at Firsts #1)(4)
“Something like that.” He grins with what is supposed to be an innocent smile but actually looks creepy.
“You creep.” I smile.
“I’ll approve of the guy who won’t be a dickhead and will fight for you. If he’s not willing to risk everything to be with you then doesn’t deserve you. Simple as that.”
“How in the hell am I meant to meet a guy like that? Besides the men in books, there’s no man like that in existence. I’m screwed!”
“There will be one. He will care about you and will accept your craziness and me. If he really loves you, he’ll accept all of you and won't mind our friendship. He’ll love you as hard as you’ll love him and he’ll be welcomed into our little family. Until that guy shows up, I’m going to have fun messing with them. It’s too funny scaring them when they see how close we are.” He smirks.
“Asshole.” I glare at him.
“So about those amazing curves of yours,” he imitates his friends, “are you going to listen to the dipshit and starve yourself or are we going to have some food? I’m ordering Chinese or pizza, you pick. Fuck, I bet you haven’t had anything since breakfast.” He frowns in disapproval.
I sigh and glare at him yet again. He’s right, he knows it and I know it. I know I’m not fat, I have curves and I’m ok with them. I just hate the way Adam has been making me feel about my weight recently.
“So?”
“Both.” I grin sheepishly.
“That’s my girl.” He smiles and doesn’t bother asking me what I want. He orders our usual half pepperoni, extra jalapeno and cheese, and half pineapple and ham pizza from our favorite pizza place. He then rings our favorite Chinese and orders fried rice, dumplings and orange chicken with chop soy.
I grab plates and chopsticks from the kitchen and head to the living room, setting them on the coffee table. Spencer follows behind, bringing with him two huge glasses filled with ice and Dr. Pepper, one of my many weaknesses. I grab the remote control and flick through Netflix, settling on Unfriended. I can’t bring myself to watch a movie that will make me use my brain. I just want to enjoy myself and disconnect from the f*cked up reality that is my life at the moment.
Before starting the film, I go upstairs to the guestroom to change into something more comfortable and binge TV watching appropriate.
I wash my face in the bathroom and remove my makeup. I’ve spent so many nights here that I have a stash of my beauty products here. I look at my reflection in the mirror and wonder where it went wrong with Adam that he felt the need to cheat on me. I'm quite short, standing at five feet five inches; I'm curvy in all the right places. Sure, I don't have the perfect flat stomach, I love food too much for that. My big green eyes and red hair make me stand out. I remember a girl in college saying she'd pay a fortune to get my hair color, so I guess it can't be that bad. I sigh to myself, thinking I'm being ridiculous for putting myself down when the problem was Adam, not me.
After finishing up in the bathroom, I grab my pajama pants and a tank top and get changed. It might seem weird that I have clothes at a guy’s place that I’m not in a romantic relationship with but it seems pretty normal for us. I never had a crush or any feelings for him, at least no romantic feelings. Did I want to f*ck him at some point? I’m not going to lie, yes, but anyone would. He’s so f*cking hot. It’s crossed my mind a couple of times, but I’m not willing to risk our friendship for one night of sex.
I plug my phone in to charge and see a couple of messages from Adam:
Adam: Please forgive me, it meant nothing to me.
Adam: I love you Haven, please don’t leave me.
Adam: You can’t throw away 3 years of our lives like that!
Adam: I dumped her, please come back. I didn't mean any of what I said; I love you the way you are.
There are ten more messages all in the same style, all begging for forgiveness. I read every one, but they aren’t swaying my decision. My life is better off without a lying cheating son of a bitch in it. I leave my phone on the nightstand; I want a quiet night without any unwanted distraction. On my way down the stairs, I slip into Spencer's room and I snatch one of his hoodies. There’s nothing more comfortable than a guy’s hoodie, especially if you can still smell him and his aftershave on it.
I walk back to the living room and set up the couch with loads of pillows and a blanket. Being October, it’s getting a little chilly so it’s perfect for movie nights with your best friend. It’s the perfect season: Lattes, leaves everywhere, cozy sweaters and nights in by the fire with my best friend. What more could I ask for?
“Feast for two.” Spencer walks in the living room, bringing me back to reality.
“Just what I need.” I grin and sit on the ground on a big pillow and put my hair up in a messy bun.
“Oh shit, if you put your hair up before eating, you mean business.”
“You’re damn right I do!” I smile and open all the containers before taking my first of many slices of pizza. “Good stuff. Just what I needed.” I moan around a mouthful of pizza.
“It’s good to see you smile.” He kisses my shoulder and digs into his food as we start the movie.
By the time the movie is over we’ve eaten most of the take out Spencer ordered and drank a bottle of whiskey. The movie was pretty good, we had shouted at the TV, laughed and made fun of how stupid the characters were.