Three years later….
"So when are you moving back?"
Alice. Best friend, sister, heterosexual soul mate.
The person I missed most of all while I lived in California.
"On the 23rd. Ty found a really great apartment in Lincoln Park. Fair price, too. For the area," I responded. I jostled my cell from my left ear to my right as I put more things into boxes.
"I'm so excited for you! And I'm so excited for me, too!" Alice squealed over the phone.
"Yeah, I'm just glad my company has a branch in Chicago. It's made the move a smoother transition."
"I'm so excited for you to meet J!"
"J?"
She huffed. "Bella, I've told you about J."
"You have?" I asked meekly.
"It's okay…you've been busy and we haven't talked like we used to. But you're moving home so there's no excuses!"
"I'm sorry, Al. Tell me about J?"
And she proceeded to. I put her on speaker and she droned on and on about J. He was thirty two, was a medical resident at Northwestern Memorial Hospital, and they met on a blind date. Turns out his college roommate, Emmett, was pretty serious about our girl, Rosalie Hale.
"Damn, I'm so out of the loop." I lamented.
"I can't wait to go on double dates with you and Ty!"
I heard keys jingling at the door. "Speak of the devil, Al. Listen, let me call you later?"
"Ok, bye Belly-boo."
"Bye baby girl."