April 29 2014
Iâm Dan Smith, and Iâm currently living two lives. Maybe even three if you really look into it. Haley, Allison, Hunter, Wade, Sergio, and Isla all exist in one or more of them somehow.
Am I a supporting role in their stories, or are they merely characters in mine?
Haley told her story. Now Iâll tell mine.
She said. He said.
This is my story.
Warning: Some explicit language and sexual content.
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Once again, Allison had no answer, but that didnât get Haley down at all.
I could feel my feet start to walk in their direction, straight down the bar and stopping right in front of them, as though I was having an out of body experience.
âAs far as loosening up, I meant alcohol.....Shot time!â
Perfect. Cue me.
She looked away from her mom right at that moment, honing in like a laser beam on my exact location.
And then, looked right through me.
âTwo shots of fireball, please,â Haley requested sweetly, but I could tell she didnât notice me at all.
If anything, that made her even cuter. She was completely there, in that moment, with her mom. Clearly, they had a strong, close, vibrant relationship, and a respect that I hardly ever saw between people anymore.
Living in such a technologically driven era, people rarely interacted with one another without an outside distraction like a cell phone going at the same time.
Donât worry, Iâm not anti-technology, but I am pro-personal connection. The kind of camaraderie thatâs strong enough to hold a personâs entire interest. Itâs probably a lifetime lacking in close connections that drives my philosophical approach to conversational engagement, but I couldnât tell you for sure because Iâm not a psychologist.
âYou got it, sweetheart,â I said, and then began thoroughly kicking my own ass for adding on a term of endearment. I seriously didnât know what the fuck was wrong with me. I didnât know what is was about this girl that had me tied in knots, and I didnât know why in the fuck I kept letting myself forget I was in the middle of a very serious, extremely dangerous investigation.
There was probably a price on my head at that exact moment, for fuckâs sake.
I pulled my lips back over my teeth immediately, putting away the dimples and effectively putting the kabash on my smile. But it didnât even matter because she still hadnât even really looked at me. In fact, another man, someone I wasnât familiar with, had just approached her and started flirting.
He was a cocksucking dork, I could tell, but she flirted back. The really disgusting part is that I felt an immediate flare of fire in my belly, the edges of my flaming jealousy licking the lining of my stomach and burning me alive.
Placing the shots on the bar in front of them, I redirected my mind and energy and moved to the other end of the bar, keen to do any other work I could come up with.
But as I left, I allowed myself one last look, startling noticeably when Allisonâs keen blue eyes found mine and a knowing smile crept sweetly onto her face.
About The Author
Laurel Ulen Curtis is a 27 year old mother of one. She lives with her husband and son (and cat and two fish!) in New Jersey, but grew up all over the United States. She graduated from Rutgers University in 2009 with a Bachelor of Science in Meteorology, and puts that to almost no use other than forecasting for her friends and writing a storm chasing heroine! She has a passion for her family, laughing, and reading and writing Romance novels. Sheâs also addicted to Coke. The drink, not the drug.