Chapter 4
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I had slept very little, when I drink whiskey it tends to keep me up all night, tossing and turning. When I woke up this morning I had to pull myself out of bed and make myself get ready for work. After jumping into the shower and going through my routine, I stopped and looked at the back bag sitting innocently on the counter. I hadn't looked at my makeup bag in months, turning back to the mirror I unzipped the bag. Pulling out my black liner and a liquid foundation, I started to apply the foundation and tried to remember when I had stopped.
After applying my makeup I grabbed my Marc Jacobs black fur lined leather jacket, and my black timberlands and grabbed Marc Jacobs bag by the door and slipped it over my shoulder and headed to work with a smile on my face. After I arrived at the office, I went through to Vince's office and greeted him happily and continued into my office. I heard the footsteps behind me and knew that Vince had followed me. I put my bag down on my desk and faced him "hey Vince, did you need something?" I spoke cheerfully. He set himself down into the chair in front of my desk "What happened Kurt, you seem really happy today?". I told him about Elliots visit and about how he reacted and he smiled at me. He pulled himself out of the chair and made his way to the door. "You never know Kurt, you could just get your man after all" he spoke over his shoulder as he sat down at his desk. After Vince left I pulled out the files and layout plans that I had been neglecting, spreading them all over my desk I braced myself and got to work.
I had been in the same spot for about three hours but I was almost done all the files except for the layout plans which I had to do a little bit of tweaking. Gathering the finished folders and making the trek to the front desk, i placed them in the finished basket and started back towards my office when I heard somebody say my name. Turning around I saw Elliot and Rachel standing there, I rolled my eye and turned to head back to my office not wanting to talk to them. But they decided to press, I heard the hurried foot steps and a hand grabbed my arm. I could tell by the size of the hand that it was rachel.
I slowly turned around and the look on my face must have been enough because she let go right away and took a step back. My eyes must of looked like fire because that's how I felt. I spoke low enough that nobody else could hear me, "You both need to leave because you are not wanted here nor are you invited here, So do everybody a favor and leave before we have to remove you". She took a step back bowed her head and walked back to Elliot, where she looked back at me and her face said it all. She had no real idea what had happened between us, But I wasn't about to give in because I knew that if she actually cared she would have been there for me. So without a backward glance I continued to make the trek back to my office, I heard Elliot ask her what I said as she towed him with her out of the building.
After making it up the stairs, I saw vince spying at the top of the stairs, He tried to sneak away when he seen me coming up the stairs but he knew he was caught. When I stepped up to meet him and we walked down the hall to my office. After the door was closed, "Real Talk" started. Vince plopped down into the car by my desk and he gave me "that look", "Kurt, what happened down there? Because it looked like a opportunity that you didn't take". I laid my head down to rest it on the back of my chair, rolling my head to look at him "I'm not really sure, Vince. When she looked at me, I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was only here for Elliot. She doesn't want me as her friend again. She just wants him to be happy". When he didn't say anything for a minute I rolled my head back to look at the ceiling. I looked over to him and seen that he wasn't sure what to say to help me feel better.
So I pulled my papers that i had left and started them. It took a couple of minutes for Vince to leave but when he made it to the door I looked up. He had paused in the doorway, "Are you really sure that you want to cut ties with them or is this just out of anger? Because if it out of anger do you really just want to lose your friends because of something that won't matter in two years?" Then he turned and walked out the door. When I looked back down at my desk, I couldn't focus on the papers. So I pulled out my phone and opened the contact that I knew would be able to help me sort this out.
