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Saturday

You know how in life, there is always that one friend that drives you absolutely batty? Yet you still remain friends, for whatever weird reason? That person would be Audrey. Oh, where do I start with her?

When Ray was over the other night she called me up because her friend Suze had stood her up for some Patrick guy. Of course Audrey being who she is, she couldn't fathom why I myself would also have plans. She made some scathing comment about Raymond of course and I hung up.

I suppose this is the part where I should explain that Raymond is actually one of Audrey's exes. I met him through her and we hit it off like a ton of bricks. That isn't why they broke up - they were already split when I met him. I have never bothered to ask either of them why. Raymond won't talk about it, and Audrey says it is too long ago for her to remember.

In any case. So Audrey calls me up yesterday morning and asks me to pick her up in the middle of nowhere. I had to go get some coffee anyway as James had depleted our reserves (if he doesn't move out soon, I may have to physically kick him out). I picked her up and there's one thing I do love about her: no matter what situation she finds herself in, she always looks impeccable. Barefoot, but impeccable. She was carrying her shoes in her hands.

She got in the car and adjusted her sunglasses. She asked me where the hell I'd been the night before and I gave her a noncomittal answer. I was still hung over from my little escapade with Bella, and besides Audrey and Bella can't stand each other, so I filter out information regarding them to each other. I changed the subject and cattily asked her how old the boy was this time.

Her rejoinder of course was to ask me if Raymond and I had fucked yet and what was the big holdup. I told her to go to hell and that I wasn't in the mood for an argument. She responded by beating me with one of her shoes. In a fit I threw it out the window.

Then the smug wench reminded me that it was, in fact, one of MY shoes she'd borrowed a while ago that I had thrown out. The next 15 minutes to her house were the longest I'd had in a while. Angry? Oh hell yes I was.

The only satisfaction I got from the whole exchange was to note that as she sauntered smugly to her door, there was a condom stuck to the back of her dress.

After that little exchange the coffee was long forgotten as I grumbled the whole way back to my place. I got in and tripped over one of James' shoes, collapsing on the couch where a sleeping body lie. It was Gabriel. How the hell...?

I obviously hadn't noticed his sleeping form when I'd left to get Audrey. He sure as hell noticed me as I fell onto him. "Oh, hullo Bliss." Hello indeed. He had that sexy bedhead look that some men can pull off. I swallowed my heart and asked him what he was doing here. He smiled a little and his deep brown eyes smirked at me. "You don't remember?"

Unfortunately, no. I don't.

Apparently after Isabelle and I returned home, Gabriel dropped by to give me back a book he'd borrowed. At four in the morning? Yes, at four in the morning. He knew I'd be up. We ended up talking and then I insisted he sleep on the couch because it was a long drive back to his place and he was in no shape to drive. There was no mention of the woman I'd seen him with earlier that night and I certainly wasn't going to broach the subject.

He kissed my furrowed brow and told me not to worry about it, I was a perfect gentleman, har har. Then he got up, kissed me goodbye, and walked out the door.

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Butterflies fluttered at 10/16/2004 07:08:00 PM
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