Page 7 of Petals of Blue: Part One
When a door slams further into the house, my gut clenches. "What did I say wrong?" I ask Jared, feeling like a piece of shit.
Jared seems thoughtful when I catch him frowning. "I don't think that was necessarily about you."
"Necessarily?" Frustration fuels my tone, making Jared stiffen slightly.
The glare he levels at me is icy. "Yeah, Felix. You can't readsomeone for shit." Then he's up and storming out of the room too.
"What the fuck does that mean?" I grumble to myself and take a big gulp of my water.
At this point, I'd rather have a goddamn drink to chill my nerves, but showing up to an interview with a buzz wouldn't be a good idea.
Another door slams, making me cringe and reach for the joint tucked into my hat.Goddamn it, I can't smoke either. Living with three other guys hasn't always been easy, but moving from Seattle to Chicago has brought on a lot of stress.
Jared's dad got into an accident last year, and with Jared's natural inclination for anxiety, we decided to support him being close to his family. My parents are off traveling with Roman and Declan's parents, so nothing was really keeping us in Seattle anymore, anyway.
The sentimental ties didn't bother me because I was never close to my mom and dad. With my business degree and a decent amount of experience in management, I felt confident moving to another big city.
It was a bit harder for the Ledger brothers, Declan and Roman, to part ways with the place we grew up. But if there's one thing the four of us have in common, it's loyalty. Jared needs his family nearby to feel settled, so yes, we all moved.
Four, thirty to thirty-three-year-old males moving across the country and into a packed city was quite the hassle, though. Loyalty runs really fucking deep, and it's been tested quite a bit this week.
Add in Declan managing a new family-owned cafe, Jared teaching at a new school, and me and Roman needing to find new jobs? We're pretty damn impatient with one another.
Also, I don't know who the hell said women were hormonal, because what I just witnessed in this damn living room screamssensitive. Or maybe I'm just a dick. Probably both.
I honestly don't know what I did wrong. Declan's always been weird about sex, especially when we're talking about our latest lays. Actually, I don't remember the last time he got some. I bet that's his problem.
Groaning at the thought of Dec getting some pussy, I hoist myself up and slam my water down on the coffee table. I need a nap, but I'd prefer a certain blue-haired bombshell.
I'll find her; I know it.
Five
BLUE
Working late nights has its perks, one of them being the option to hang out with Violet and my friends during the day.
Those plans have many drawbacks, though. Like the fact that I'm always so fucking tired. Whenever I plan a day to just sleep, it never actually happens.
Part of that has to do with the fact that I hate staying at home. After so many years forced into tiny shoebox homes with my aunt and cleaning up her messes, I get horribly antsy in my apartment.
Small spaces in general actually.
While mine and V's new apartment isnota shoebox, it's still an enclosed place filled with responsibilities. We have natural light, beautiful appliances, and cozy furniture, but there's still dishes to clean, floors to sweep, and the occasional lightbulb to change.
I have no idea how homeowners do it. Living with this crushing weight of having to take care of everything for an apartment is tiring. Especially when it's all on me to do it.
Since I was old enough to know what a messwas, I’ve had these responsibilities, and I'm a bit sick of the responsibility of being an adult.
I'm twenty-nine years old; I shouldn't feel this weighed down by life already.Does anyone else feel this way?
It helps to have active friends who like to go do stuff. Just last weekend we went to the art museum for fun. Then there's Violet, who never sits still and loves to explore. So yeah, I'm never home.
That brings me to now. Another hiking day with Violet has me yawning as I wiggle my way into a tight leather skirt.
The sun is down, Violet's getting ready for bed, and here I am trying to hype myself up to pour shots. Maybe I'll pound a quick vodka Red Bull before I go, and while I'm on break, a hard dicking sounds good. Rarely do I utilize the staff lounge when I'm working, but desperate times...
My vibrator died last night after replaying the dirty dancing I did with Felix. God, I hope it's a different Felix than the one I used to know.
