Page 105 of Loving the Sinner
“Goodbye, Louise.” Elli says, getting in the car.
I wave to them, earning a death glare from Louise, but she can’t bring my mood down right now.
I’ve got my dream girl, my dream job, and the only thing missing is being home and not in the car.
The rest of our two-day journey is filled with plans for the tour.
Since my lease is up in October, I’m going to sell most of my furniture and move the rest of my stuff into Elli’s apartment. Elli’s going to ask Luke if she can pay him to come check on the apartment every once in a while.
Elli’s job will still be full-time, but since the concerts are mostly at night, she’s going to work away at her computer during the day and be backstage or front row for me every night.
The thought of spending every single day with her makes me want to move in right now, but I think it’ll be good to wait another month and a half.
Probably.
Elli’s already got plans for t-shirts with “I’m with Wes” and “I’m with Elli” printed on them so people know we’re together.
I’m considering buying a ring. So when she’s not wearing the shirt, people know she’s mine.
That’s crazy though… right? Wanting to get engaged so soon? We haven’t really talked about marriage yet. She only said she didn’t want kids, not that she didn’t want to get married.
Visions of a small, intimate ceremony with just our closest friends and family pop into my mind. Elli, walking down a flower lined path in a stunning white dress- or whatever color she wants- she could walk down the aisle in white overalls for all I fucking care.
We’d stand before an officiant, someonenotreligious, and make promises to love each other forever, before she’d slip a band on my finger, and I’d slip one onto hers.
Then we’d have a fucking party. We’d have drinks and dancing, and I’d definitely write a song for the occasion about how much I love her. Jess would cry, Izzy would probably be the maid of honor and give a ridiculous speech.
It would be the best day ever.
“Hey, where’d you go just now?” Elli pokes my shoulder, bringing me out of my daydream.
“Just thinking about the future.” I say, bringing our intertwined hands to my mouth and placing a gentle kiss on her ring finger.
“Hmmm. Must’ve been a good thought.” She teases.
“The best.” I say with a beaming smile.
She rolls her eyes, then launches back into planning mode, writing down questions for me to ask Misha on her phone, like what the laundry situation is. Will food be provided for us, or do we need to plan our own meals?
She wants to know if I’ll be paid up front, or if it will be a monthly thing.
I’m extra glad she’s coming with me now because I never would have thought to ask things like this. Not that Ineedher to help me run my life, obviously, but she’s much more detail oriented than I am.
After a full day of driving, we’ve finally made it back to San Marcos. As soon as we pull up in front of Elli’s apartment building, Robin gets out of her car and angrily stomps over to us.
“What thehellis happening with you two? One minute I’m talking to Wes about what an idiot he’d be to let you go, then you take the phone from me, and then it’s radio silence!” She turns to me, “Do I need to kick your ass for breaking up with her or not?”
Elli and I start laughing, which only frustrates Robin more.
“Don’t worry, Robs. We’re not broken up.” Elli says, wrapping her arms around my waist and looking up at me.
I’m sure I look like a lovesick idiot staring back at my girl, but I can’t help it. The last two days have been such a rollercoaster, and I’m just glad I didn’t lose her for good.
“Good.” Robin sniffs. “I’d hate to have to choose Elli over you.”
My jaw drops in mock offense, “You’d choose a girl you just met over your best friend of seven years?”
Robs shrugs, “Of course. Hoes before bros. Chicks before dicks. All that feminist stuff.”
