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Summery : If only things were as simple as there used to be. If only you met the boy of your dreams, got married and had the perfect life together – perfect, is there such a thing? Seems not if your name is Connie Moreau!
Chapter 1
Before I start telling my story, I think I ought to put a few things straight. See people have and still do have this thing, this idea that I'm meant to be with a certain person. We were a match made in heaven, or so they said, together forever another said, until everything had blown clear out of proportion. Yes ok, we dated, but we were like 10 at the time. Now how many 10 year olds do you know that have had this crush on each other and have seen it through to the bitter end. We can't have gone out for more than a year and already people had decided that we'd always be this perfect couple, so right for each other in every way. I don't know where they were looking, we were far from perfect, in fact we couldn't have been more wrong for each other. We were best friends, exploring the world of dating with each other. Soon our friendship was being jeopardised and it became too hard to bear. The thought of losing my one true friend, my confidant, my soul mate made me sick to my stomach. So we called it off. We felt so grown up, at only 11 years old we'd had a serious relationship and a very heated break up, though within days we were back to being best pals. We both moved on, finding new love, though I never managed to be open about mine. He however started dating my best friend. I suppose it bothered me at first, my best friend and my ex, not exactly the best combination. But after seeing how much they were meant to be, it became easier. I suppose she felt guilty because she was dating him and spent very little time with me, so she began setting me up on blind dates, all of which ended before they'd even had chance to start. The ending of one of these blind dates is where my story begins.
* * *
"I'm sorry David. I've had a lovely time, but I'm not ready to date anyone yet". I stood up from the table after paying my half of the bill.
I left the restaurant and a very stunned David behind. He had been another of Julie's friends, my 10th blind date she had set me up on. I knew she was getting frustrated because none of the perfectly nice guy's she'd picked had been 'the one', but to be honest there was only one guy I was interested in dating and he didn't see me as anything but a sister.
The early fall evening brought a chill to the air. I wrapped my jacket further around me, trying to insulate my body from the crisp breeze. Luckily I didn't have too far to walk to get back to my apartment I shared with Julie, where I was planning on having a nice hot bath and drowning my sorrows with a mug of hot chocolate and a soppy film. The perfect Friday evening for a young, free and single girl like me.
"Hey Con's where you been"? A voice asked from behind me. I turned to see some of my best friends or brothers as they had become to feel like.
"On another one of Julie's blind dates". I replied, as the 5 guys surrounded me, creating that little bit more insulation.
"No good, huh"? Charlie asked me wrapping a comforting arm around my shoulders.
"Oh yeah, perfectly nice guy. Good looking, well mannered everything a perfect guy should be, but he's just too"... I searched for the right word.
"Not Guy"? Averman inputted.
"No". I told him pointedly. "He's just too academic. He doesn't like any sports, he's the kind that the idea of a perfect date to him would be curled up at home reading Shakespeare or something".
"And what was wrong with all the perfectly nice guys you went out with before"? Ken pointed out.
"I just don't want a serious relationship with anyone. I'm perfectly happy just being on my own".
"Well, you gonna be on your own tonight, whether you happy about it or not". Russ told me in his southern Californian dialect.
"What do you mean"? I asked.
"Guy's whisking Julie off to a top hotel for the night". Adam inputted.
We walked in silence for the next few minutes. When we got to the end of the street, Charlie, Russ, Ken and Averman all went one way, and Adam continued walking with me. He lived with his brother about 10 minutes walk from me, whereas the others still lived in the college dorms. Over the years, me and Adam had become pretty good friends, and like me Charlie had set him up on many blind dates, but he hated them too.
"So what have you guys been up to"? I asked starting a conversation with him.
"Just hanging out. I've been trying to hint to Charlie that I don't want setting up on anymore blind dates, but I don't think I managed to". He laughed.
"Why do people think we aren't capable of looking after our own love lives". I said.
"Because they haven't got anything better to do". He responded as we stopped outside my building. "So, I'll see you later". He began saying goodbye.
"Hey, you wanna come up for a drink. I mean it's not as though the love birds are coming back tonight and I fancy drowning my sorrows". I chuckled.
"Well, we can't have you drinking alone now can we". He laughed and followed me upstairs.
When we got settled on the sofa, I had brought a couple of cans of beer and placed them on the coffee table. See I preferred beer to wine, don't get me wrong, I'd drink wine but a good can of beer was much nicer. I was sat facing Adam, with my back leaning against the arm of the sofa, my knees tucked into my chest. Adam was sat a the other end, his feet resting on the coffee table. I was just about to say something when the phone began ringing.
"Hello"? I asked.
"Hey Con, it's Julie. How'd the date go"? She asked.
"Ok". I replied.
"So your seeing him again"? She pursued.
"No. Look, I have to go. I'll see you later. Bye". I hung up the phone quickly so she didn't have the chance to lecture me.
"Let me guess, that was Julie"? Adam laughed as he took another slug of his beer.
"I wish she'd stop doing all this. I mean, she never once asked me if I wanted to go out on any blind dates. She doesn't check that I'm free on the nights she sets them up. It's as though she's living my life for me". I was beginning to feel stressed.
"Maybe you should just tell her the truth". He offered.
"What like you've told Charlie. I don't want to hurt her, but I'm sick of it all. She seems to think that I HAVE to have a boyfriend. It's gotten even worse since we moved here from the dorms, but even then she was bad enough".
"Tell you what. If I tell Charlie, you have to tell Julie"? He suggested. "Deal"?
"Deal". I shook on it.
"Doesn't it bother you, that your best friend and ex boyfriend go out"? He asked. This had been the first time anyone had asked me how I felt about the two and truthfully I wasn't sure how to answer.
"At first, yeah. It's like everyone hates seeing their ex's after they've broken up, but we didn't, but to see him happy with someone else, that hurt. Sometimes I feel like he's parading her around in front of me as if he's saying 'look at me, I'm happy without you', and I know he's not but"... I told him.
"It still feels like it". Adam offered.
"Yeah". I agreed.
We sat for awhile longer, just chatting about how crap both our love lives were. I liked talking with Adam, he was probably one of the only ducks who I could talk real life drama with. He listened without judging and gave advice when he felt he should, if he had been a girl he'd be the perfect best friend. We both continued drinking what seemed an endless amount of beer and before we knew it, we were both very drunk. Being drunk and pissed at our friends wasn't a very good concoction as we were soon acting like Guy and Julie and Charlie and his girlfriend Holly and his ex Linda.
"An I really like talking to you". He finished. I'm probably right in thinking Charlie wishes he hadn't said anything about his and Linda's first conversation.
"I hate ties, it's like kissing your brother". I mimicked Julie.
"Oh, wait, I got one, I got one". Adam bounced up and down. "I need a kiss now, I could get hit by a truck tomorrow". He grabbed hold of both sides of my face, re-enacting a scene between Charlie and Holly.
Before we knew it, our lips brushed softly together. It was tender and heart felt, but I soon found myself pulling away in shock. His deep green eyes, seemed to be able to see into my soul making me feel very vulnerable, but that didn't stop us.
So what do you think? PLEASE R&R!!!!!
Summery : If only things were as simple as there used to be. If only you met the boy of your dreams, got married and had the perfect life together – perfect, is there such a thing? Seems not if your name is Connie Moreau!
Chapter 1
Before I start telling my story, I think I ought to put a few things straight. See people have and still do have this thing, this idea that I'm meant to be with a certain person. We were a match made in heaven, or so they said, together forever another said, until everything had blown clear out of proportion. Yes ok, we dated, but we were like 10 at the time. Now how many 10 year olds do you know that have had this crush on each other and have seen it through to the bitter end. We can't have gone out for more than a year and already people had decided that we'd always be this perfect couple, so right for each other in every way. I don't know where they were looking, we were far from perfect, in fact we couldn't have been more wrong for each other. We were best friends, exploring the world of dating with each other. Soon our friendship was being jeopardised and it became too hard to bear. The thought of losing my one true friend, my confidant, my soul mate made me sick to my stomach. So we called it off. We felt so grown up, at only 11 years old we'd had a serious relationship and a very heated break up, though within days we were back to being best pals. We both moved on, finding new love, though I never managed to be open about mine. He however started dating my best friend. I suppose it bothered me at first, my best friend and my ex, not exactly the best combination. But after seeing how much they were meant to be, it became easier. I suppose she felt guilty because she was dating him and spent very little time with me, so she began setting me up on blind dates, all of which ended before they'd even had chance to start. The ending of one of these blind dates is where my story begins.
* * *
"I'm sorry David. I've had a lovely time, but I'm not ready to date anyone yet". I stood up from the table after paying my half of the bill.
I left the restaurant and a very stunned David behind. He had been another of Julie's friends, my 10th blind date she had set me up on. I knew she was getting frustrated because none of the perfectly nice guy's she'd picked had been 'the one', but to be honest there was only one guy I was interested in dating and he didn't see me as anything but a sister.
The early fall evening brought a chill to the air. I wrapped my jacket further around me, trying to insulate my body from the crisp breeze. Luckily I didn't have too far to walk to get back to my apartment I shared with Julie, where I was planning on having a nice hot bath and drowning my sorrows with a mug of hot chocolate and a soppy film. The perfect Friday evening for a young, free and single girl like me.
"Hey Con's where you been"? A voice asked from behind me. I turned to see some of my best friends or brothers as they had become to feel like.
"On another one of Julie's blind dates". I replied, as the 5 guys surrounded me, creating that little bit more insulation.
"No good, huh"? Charlie asked me wrapping a comforting arm around my shoulders.
"Oh yeah, perfectly nice guy. Good looking, well mannered everything a perfect guy should be, but he's just too"... I searched for the right word.
"Not Guy"? Averman inputted.
"No". I told him pointedly. "He's just too academic. He doesn't like any sports, he's the kind that the idea of a perfect date to him would be curled up at home reading Shakespeare or something".
"And what was wrong with all the perfectly nice guys you went out with before"? Ken pointed out.
"I just don't want a serious relationship with anyone. I'm perfectly happy just being on my own".
"Well, you gonna be on your own tonight, whether you happy about it or not". Russ told me in his southern Californian dialect.
"What do you mean"? I asked.
"Guy's whisking Julie off to a top hotel for the night". Adam inputted.
We walked in silence for the next few minutes. When we got to the end of the street, Charlie, Russ, Ken and Averman all went one way, and Adam continued walking with me. He lived with his brother about 10 minutes walk from me, whereas the others still lived in the college dorms. Over the years, me and Adam had become pretty good friends, and like me Charlie had set him up on many blind dates, but he hated them too.
"So what have you guys been up to"? I asked starting a conversation with him.
"Just hanging out. I've been trying to hint to Charlie that I don't want setting up on anymore blind dates, but I don't think I managed to". He laughed.
"Why do people think we aren't capable of looking after our own love lives". I said.
"Because they haven't got anything better to do". He responded as we stopped outside my building. "So, I'll see you later". He began saying goodbye.
"Hey, you wanna come up for a drink. I mean it's not as though the love birds are coming back tonight and I fancy drowning my sorrows". I chuckled.
"Well, we can't have you drinking alone now can we". He laughed and followed me upstairs.
When we got settled on the sofa, I had brought a couple of cans of beer and placed them on the coffee table. See I preferred beer to wine, don't get me wrong, I'd drink wine but a good can of beer was much nicer. I was sat facing Adam, with my back leaning against the arm of the sofa, my knees tucked into my chest. Adam was sat a the other end, his feet resting on the coffee table. I was just about to say something when the phone began ringing.
"Hello"? I asked.
"Hey Con, it's Julie. How'd the date go"? She asked.
"Ok". I replied.
"So your seeing him again"? She pursued.
"No. Look, I have to go. I'll see you later. Bye". I hung up the phone quickly so she didn't have the chance to lecture me.
"Let me guess, that was Julie"? Adam laughed as he took another slug of his beer.
"I wish she'd stop doing all this. I mean, she never once asked me if I wanted to go out on any blind dates. She doesn't check that I'm free on the nights she sets them up. It's as though she's living my life for me". I was beginning to feel stressed.
"Maybe you should just tell her the truth". He offered.
"What like you've told Charlie. I don't want to hurt her, but I'm sick of it all. She seems to think that I HAVE to have a boyfriend. It's gotten even worse since we moved here from the dorms, but even then she was bad enough".
"Tell you what. If I tell Charlie, you have to tell Julie"? He suggested. "Deal"?
"Deal". I shook on it.
"Doesn't it bother you, that your best friend and ex boyfriend go out"? He asked. This had been the first time anyone had asked me how I felt about the two and truthfully I wasn't sure how to answer.
"At first, yeah. It's like everyone hates seeing their ex's after they've broken up, but we didn't, but to see him happy with someone else, that hurt. Sometimes I feel like he's parading her around in front of me as if he's saying 'look at me, I'm happy without you', and I know he's not but"... I told him.
"It still feels like it". Adam offered.
"Yeah". I agreed.
We sat for awhile longer, just chatting about how crap both our love lives were. I liked talking with Adam, he was probably one of the only ducks who I could talk real life drama with. He listened without judging and gave advice when he felt he should, if he had been a girl he'd be the perfect best friend. We both continued drinking what seemed an endless amount of beer and before we knew it, we were both very drunk. Being drunk and pissed at our friends wasn't a very good concoction as we were soon acting like Guy and Julie and Charlie and his girlfriend Holly and his ex Linda.
"An I really like talking to you". He finished. I'm probably right in thinking Charlie wishes he hadn't said anything about his and Linda's first conversation.
"I hate ties, it's like kissing your brother". I mimicked Julie.
"Oh, wait, I got one, I got one". Adam bounced up and down. "I need a kiss now, I could get hit by a truck tomorrow". He grabbed hold of both sides of my face, re-enacting a scene between Charlie and Holly.
Before we knew it, our lips brushed softly together. It was tender and heart felt, but I soon found myself pulling away in shock. His deep green eyes, seemed to be able to see into my soul making me feel very vulnerable, but that didn't stop us.
So what do you think? PLEASE R&R!!!!!