~~Chapter 7~~
The rest of that day went by fast. Isabelle spent most of her day sleeping and taking aspirin. Lance and Chris lounged around, while Robyn went shopping and cleaned the house a bit. She made all attempts to avoid conflict, which means avoiding Justin, and He did the same. Josh called Bree, and they were set for a normal date that night, and he was overly excited about it. Joey returned home at about 12:15, and after being interrogated by Robyn and Lance, went right to sleep. He swore nothing happened, but they weren't so sure.
Along with shopping, cleaning, and interrogating Joey, Robyn took the time to cook an Italian dinner of Raviolis and meatballs for everyone.
Isabelle, Chris, and Lance were seated around the table waiting for dinner.
"So," Chris began. "What do you think Joey did last night?"
Isabelle sighed. "Oh Jesus! Don't even get me started!"
"He didn't elaborate on it too much..." said Lance. "He just said he didn't do anything, and walked away...we tried but..."
"That confirms it!" Isabelle exclaimed. "He banged some chick!"
As those last words left Isabelle's mouth, the phone rang. She sprung up from her seat to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Uh...Robyn is it?" asked a female voice.
"No, sorry, this is Isabelle," she corrected.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" the woman said. "Is Joey Around?"
"OOh! SO You're the chick that Joey was with last night, huh?" said Isabelle loudly so that Lance and Chris could hear.
"O god..." Lance said under his breath.
Isabelle but her hand over the mouthpiece of the phone. "Shut up Lance!"
The girl on the phone cleared her throat. "Girl he was with last night?" she repeated.
"Yeah," Isabelle began. "Isn't this her?"
"Um, this is Harmony..." she paused. "His girlfriend in New York..."
Isabelle's mouth dropped. "Um...Uh..." She stammered. Although Joey was at fault, supposedly, she couldn't help feeling guilty for her slip up. "Hi, Harmony...I'll get him..."
She called upstairs for Joey and left the phone for him at the bottom. She walked back into the dining room and put her head on the table with a loud "thump."
Chris looked at her blankly. "What?" he asked.
She looked up at them; her eyes were filled with a sort fear and guilt. "That was Joey's girlfriend..."
"Yeah, so?" Lance asked.
"SO?" she ejaculated abruptly. "I just told her about the girl from last night!"
Chris's eyes were wide. "You mean, it wasn't the 'girlfriend' from last night?"
"No, it was the girl from New York..." she said putting her head back down. "Now all hell's gonna break loose and I'm the one who started it!"
The swinging door squeaked and Robyn entered with a bowl of hot raviolis. "Dinner, anyone?" she asked perkily.
They all looked over at her, their faces heavy with dismay.
Robyn stepped back. "Well, what the hell's up all your asses?"
* * * * * * *
Josh walked around the car and opened the passenger door. He reached for Bree's hand and helped her out.
The two walked hand in hand down the long path to Bree's house. Josh was smiling from ear to ear. From the moment he picked her up, she had mesmerized him. She was wearing a semi-short white dress that showed off her well toned, long legs beautifully. Her white heels almost made her taller than Josh.
He had taken her to La Bella Rosa, a fancy Italian place uptown. Their food was great, and Bree seemed to have a great time. Just talking to Josh made her smile; he was a great guy. Afterward, they went to a local theater. They were putting on a small production of the Broadway hit Guys and Dolls. Josh would occasionally look at Bree; he loved the way her eyes would light up during the musical numbers, like a child's. The show was great, and Bree loved it.
The two reached the door, and an awkward silence feel over them.
Bree looked at him adoringly. "I had a wonderful time tonight, JC."
"JC?" he asked.
"Yeah," she smiled. "It fits you. I like calling people by their initials...its just a thing that I have..."
He stared deep into her eyes. "I like it too." He wrapped his arms around her waste, and lightly grazed her lips with his. A shock went throughout Bree's whole body. She placed her arms around her neck and kissed him once more. This kiss lasted longer, and deepened with time. Waves of passion passed throughout the both of them, emitting feelings of budding love.
Their kiss eventually ended, although neither of them wanted it to. Their gazes never left eachother's eyes.
Josh stepped back. "So can I call you tomorrow?"
"Of course!" she said. "I'll be waiting."
"Bye, love," he began to retreat back to his car.
Love? She asked herself, smiling. "JC..." Bree called to him.
He turned around. "Yeah?"
"Next date, I'm planning...and paying!" she said, feeling liberated.
He chuckled to himself. "All right. C ya." He stepped into the car and drove off, humming to himself. Bree was certainly a wonderful girl, and he was starting to fall for her.
* * * * * * * *
"Marie?" Lance asked into he phone.
"Yes?" she asked. "Who's this?"
Lance signed. "Marie...It's Lance..."
"Oh," she said, seeming disappointed. "Hey."
He shook his head. "Maire...We have to talk?"
"Do we have to now?" she asked. "I'm kinda busy."
"Look Maire," Lance said, ignoring her last comment. "It's not working..."
"No kidding..." She said sarcastically.
"Jesus," he said frustrated. "Can you stop being a bitch for one-second!"
She laughed. "What the fuck is wrong with you today?" she retorted.
"Look, Marie," he said loudly. "It's over! I don't wanna see you anymore."
"Good!" she yelled into the phone. "Over and done! You have three days to get your shit outta my house before I throw it all in the street!" She slammed down the receiver, ending the conversation.
Lance sat there, dumfounded. He never wanted this day to come, and somehow, it had. Their relationship had ended, despite his undying love for her. All these years of effort he had put in...and it was finally over!
He placed his hands over his eyes and wept softly. He couldn't believe that love could end like this. "What's the sense of love if it turns out this way?" he asked himself, out loud.
"It doesn't always..." said Isabelle, standing in toe doorway of the bedroom.
"Isabelle?" Lance asked, recognizing the voice. "Please, go away."
"Lance, I know it hurts, but just think of how much more hurt you would have had to endure if you stayed with her..."
"But I loved her..." he said, fighting more of the tears back. "As if my life isn't hard enough. I'm a blind man in a strange city...and I just broke up with my girlfriend who doesn't give two shits about me."
She looked at him; his deep green eyes burned into her. "But that's the thing," she began. "She didn't care...that's all the more reasons to not have her around anymore."
Lance sat still, as if he were thinking. He stood up off of his bed in a frantic rush. "I have to go..." he said.
Isabelle leapt to catch him. She grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. They were now face to face. Acting on the moment, she grabbed him and kissed him. He shot back a bit in shock without breaking the kiss. In time, it became all the more passionate.
Realizing what was happening, Lance pulled away. Isabelle's hands were shaking; she could not believe what she had just done.
"I have to go..." Lance repeated, and left the room.
Isabelle sat down on Lance's bed. She laid down and took a deep breath. What did I just do?
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