Page 96 of Love Undecided
Chapter 43
Brad
I sit there staring at the water until the sand cools to the point where it feels wet on my ass. I decide to forego the gym and just hit Ethan up for the beer. We decide to meet atThe Recovery Roomand when I get there before him, I grab a table and order a pitcher of light beer. The waitress brings the beer along with two chilled pint glasses and a basket of pretzels as Ethan arrives.
He asks me how lunch went and I tell him everything that happened with Kat. When I get to the part about the kiss, we are ready for a second pitcher of beer and a new basket of pretzels. I tell him about Stacy seeing us and the resulting conversation and breakup with her. Then about how I couldn’t find Kat so I sat on the beach for a while, ran into Lexie, then called him for a beer.
“Dude,” I say. “I don’t think I can wait any longer for Kat.”
“Are you saying you are finally going to move on, for real? And let her go?”
“No, I’m saying I need her back. I want a life with her, and I want it now.”
“You can’t rush something that you want to last forever,” he tells me.
“When the fuck did you become so deep?”
“Nah man, I didn’t. I saw that shit on Instagram or something. The pansy ass wording reminded me of you so I remembered it.”
“Fuck you,” I say, laughing. “And fuck that, I don’t care if it makes me a pansy ass, I want her, for real and forever, or at least as long as her forever is going to be. I’m tired of dicking around with this. She kissed me back today, and it was like nothing had ever changed.”
“Uh-huh, cause she wants some o’ dat?” he says, waggling his finger at me, motioning from my head to my toes.
“Is that so hard to believe?” I ask, suddenly feeling unsure.
“Look,” he says. “She’s being stubborn, keeping you away. She knows that you guys belong together, she’s just scared. She’s wasting valuable time, don’t let her. Go get your girl, man. Put on your big boy panties. Get pissed. Get fired up. Channel your inner John McClane and get your fucking girl. Don’t let her do this to you any longer. This isn’t the Brad Matthews I know. This is a pansy ass. A pansy ass doesn’t deserve to get the girl. Brad Matthews deserves to get the girl. So go get the girl!”
“You’re right,” I tell him, starting to feel charged up, ready to pound my chest.
“Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker!" I say, a little too loudly for the environment. I push my beer toward Ethan. “I’ll let you know what happens.”
“Good luck, brother!”
And with that I’m out the door and texting Remi to find out where she and Kat are.
