Chapter 14: Unexpected Surprises.

When my alarm went off the next morning Andy had to practically kick me out of bed. I ended up going to work in a red track suit and white tennis shoes. I put my hair in a pony tail and wore barely any makeup. I trudged off to work and returned home that night, ready for a power nap.

I plopped on the couch and quickly fell asleep.

I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so, buh duh duh duh duh duhhhhhh…

"Huh what?" I mumbled as I sat up. It took me a second to realize it was my phone that was singing and I quickly grabbed it.

"Hello?"

"Are you hot or are you hot?" Andy's voice asked excitedly over the phone.

"Andy? You're turning Japanese?" I asked confused.

"What? I'm definitely not turning Japanese…"

"Noooo, your ringtone."

"Oh, yea, I changed that last night."

"Oh. Wait, did you just ask me if I'm hot?" I asked, suddenly realizing what she first said to me.

"Yea…your date with Bobby is in an hour…"

"My what? Oh god! I fell asleep and completely forgot! What am I gonna do?"

"You're going to leave your door unlocked, shower, and I'll be right there to help you."

"Alright, thanks." We hung up and I headed for the shower.

Ten minutes later I was finishing up my shower as I heard the bathroom door open.

"Your clothes are on your bed; I'm getting out your makeup and plugging in the flat iron."

I turned off the water, stepped out of the shower, and wrapped my towel around myself.

"You're amazing." I smiled.

"And you're wet and naked. Now go get dressed."

I smiled as I rushed into my bedroom and looked down at the outfit Andy had picked out for me. It was a simple pair of denim skinny jeans, a red empire-waisted t-shirt, and my white keds. She had even gone as far as to pick out a matching bra and panties set. I quickly dressed, wrapping my hair in my towel and leaving my shoes on the floor.

"I have thirty minutes before Bobby gets here; you think we can make it?" I asked Andy as I walked back into the bathroom. She had already laid all the makeup I would need on the counter and was plugging in the hair dryer.

"That's why I'm going to dry your hair and then straighten it while you do your makeup. As long as we both breathe we'll be fine." She smiled at me. She had also pulled one of my bar stools into the bathroom and I quickly sat down.

Ten minutes later my hair was dry and quickly began applying makeup as Andy began straighten my hair as quickly as possible. I applied the basics—powder foundation and blush—and then made my eyes smokey.

"Your hair's all done."

Just then there was a small knock on the door.

"I'll get it, you finish." Andy smiled at me and quickly left the bathroom.

I added eyeliner and mascara and quickly walked into my room. I could hear voices in the living room and slipped on my white sweater and keds.

I sighed and walked into the living room with a smile plastered on my face.

"Hey Skye." Bobby smiled brightly.

"Hey Bobby."

"Ready?"

"Yea, let me just grab my—"I was cut off by my bag being flung in my face by Andy. "Bag…thanks."

"I dropped your phone in there." She beamed as I took my bag.

"Thanks. My spare house key is in the drawer in my night stand. Keep it." I said as I walked towards Bobby.

"Kay. Have fun." She smiled as she shut the door behind us. I shook my head as we made our way to the elevator.

"So, where are we headed tonight?" I asked as we stood alone in the elevator.

"Well you said no where fancy, so I was thinking something fun. There's this little Italian place that has a bar and tonight happens to be karaoke night. It's pretty entertaining." He smiled at me, and to my surprise, he reached down and took my hand in his.

At first I was slightly surprised, but after a second I responded by entwining my fingers with his.

"I told you Bobby, there's no way you'll get me up there unless you get quite a few drinks in me." I laughed as Bobby continued to try to coax me into singing karaoke.

"You're on your second glass of champagne, how much more is it going to take?" He asked, grinning widely.

"More than that."

We were almost finished with our food by now and were watching a ridiculous amount of people embarrassing themselves from our little table in the corner. I refused to be one of them.

And that's about when all hell broke loose.

It started with one very loud gasp, which turned into frantic whispers, which led to the manager and two other employees trying to usher everyone back to their tables. I tried to peer over and see what all the commotion was about, but my line of sight was suddenly blocked by our waiter.

"Are you guys all done with that stuff?" He asked politely. Bobby and I both nodded and he grabbed the plates. "Would you like anything for dessert?"

"No, I'm good. Skye?"

"Oh, no thanks." I smiled up at him before looking back to the site of my intrigue.

"Alright, here's the check, you can take it up front when you're ready." He smiled before quickly walking away.

"You all set?" Bobby asked me.

"Mmhmm." I stood and threw my bag over my shoulder and walked to Bobby, where he once again grabbed my hand.

We had only made it all of maybe three tables when we ran straight into someone on their way to the back of the restaurant.

"Jenni?" I stared up in amazement.

"Skye?" She responded back.

"Skye?" A deep male voice echoed.

"Tom…?" I asked in shock.

"Friends of yours?" Bobby asked me.

"Yea, this is Tom, he's in the movie I'm working on. And this is Jenni; she's one of my assistants." I explained. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed they were holding hands.

"This is Bobby, by the way." I added, noticing Tom's slightly confused face.

"It's nice to meet you. We were on our way out, so we should probably go." Tom suddenly spoke.

"Alright, I'll see you guys tomorrow." I began to walk away, pulling Bobby along behind me.

"Nice meeting both of you." Bobby called after them before glancing down at me. "You don't look too pleased to be seeing them."

"Yea..."

"So, back to your place?"

"Yea…"

"You wanna come in?" I asked Bobby as I unlocked my front door.

"Sure. So, just out of curiosity, who were the couple we ran into after dinner?"

The ride home had been silent and I wasn't surprised by his question. In fact, I had been wondering when it would come up.

"Jenni's one of my assistants at work, as I told you. Tom is…an old friend. We stopped talking after I moved and haven't spoken much since I moved back."

"Old friend or old boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend." I mumbled as I pulled a beer out of the fridge. "Want one?"

"Nah, I'm good."

I popped the cap off my beer and took a sip.

"She seemed snooty." Bobby suddenly spoke from right next to me. He had silently walked across the kitchen when I wasn't paying attention and placed his hand on my lower back.

I straightened up and turned to face him.

"She's a bitch."

He chuckled at my words and with his free hand took my almost-empty beer bottle out of my hands, set it on the counter, and then placed his hand on my hip. He pulled me towards him and I rested my hands against his chest.

"Do you still have feelings for him?" He barely whispered.

"No…" I shook my head. "After what he did to me…I almost got married in California, to a real ass none the less. I sure know how to pick 'em, huh?"

Just then he reached up and wiped his thumb across my cheek. Suddenly I realized I had begun to silently cry. I locked eyes with Bobby and saw nothing but compassion and sympathy.

So I kissed him.

It was nothing special, close-mouthed and only lasting all of about a second, but that's all it took.

He looked down at me and smiled, and then crushed his lips onto mine. He was forceful, yet gentle at the same time as he pulled my body against his. I threw my arms around his neck, which only deepened the kiss, as my hormones kicked in.

I slid my hands down his back and under the edge of his shirt, running my fingers along his skin.

"You're giving me the chills." He whispered as he broke away, leaning his forehead on mine. He was still close enough that as he spoke I could feel his breath against my lips.

"Is that a bad thing?" I smirked. He suddenly became very serious and grabbed my hands.

"I'm not going to sleep with you."

"What?"

"I'm not going to sleep with you on our first date, and if you're the kind of girl that puts out after only one date then…" He had taken a step back from me and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"I'm not. Usually. Look, I haven't had sex in probably four months and let's be honest now, girls get horny too sometimes."

Bobby cracked a smile at that.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I can't. I feel like I'm taking advantage. Don't completely know why but that's how I feel. You have to be at work in the morning anyway. But I'll call you tomorrow."

"Alright." I tried to smile at him, but I know I failed.

As he walked past me he lifted my chin and kissed me, then walked out the door.

"He's dating Jenni! My assistant Jenni!" I screamed into the phone. I was sitting on the kitchen floor against a cabinet door. I had gone through my entire twenty-four pack in the three hours since Bobby had left. Which, when I had realized, made me very angry seeing as how I had purchased it the previous day. For whatever reason calling Andy and telling her all about my evening in great detail had seemed like a good idea.

"Whoa Hunny, slow down and breath, hot damn. You can't be that mad at him for dating other people. You are dating Bobby."

"So…"

"Well, I think I smell a double standard."

"There is no double standard. She's so wrong for him. She's just after his money."

"Just because I'm curious, have you been drinking?"

"Yes and I'm all out. I was considering going out to buy more but when I stood up I fell back onto my ass."

"You had an entire twenty-four—"She paused for a moment before continuing. "You didn't! God damn it Skye you're going to give yourself alcohol poisoning!"

I heard rustling in the background and Andy said something to someone. Moments later I heard an engine start and I sighed.

"I'm fine, you don't have to come over here."

"Yea well, you're gonna need someone to hold your hair back later when you're puking your guts up."

"Gee, thanks." I couldn't help but crack a smile.

I heard the engine die and then could hear Andy's feet crashing against the pavement. It was mere seconds before my door was torn open and then Andy was kneeling at my side.

"Damn. I feel like I just walked into the home of an alcoholic. Or a teenager whose parents left town."

"Shut up."

"What happened to the only two rule? Huh? I made the rule for you ya know."

"Fuck that rule. It was stupid anyway."

"Yea well for whatever reason you think drinking solves things. Two is more than enough, especially when you're going solo."

"Then why do you drink triple that when you're with me?"

"I don't know. You're the only person I drink with and I don't drink every day."

"I don't see why you're freaking out. I'm fine."

"You just drank twenty-four beers by yourself."

"It's not like I've never done that before."

"What?"

"I used to do it weekly."

"What?"

"Garrett used to give me shit all the time about my drinking habits. One when I woke up, and then a few more all day until I fell asleep. He hated it. He started calling me an alcoholic and white trash."

"Why'd you stay with him?"

"I considered leaving and we'd get into fights after I'd been drinking and then he'd somehow talk me into staying. Andy, I got pregnant and I was going to marry him."

"Skye, what happened? You didn't have a…did you?"

"No. I had a miscarriage. He claims he never thought it was his anyway."

"You have amazing luck with guys." She mumbled as she spun me and threw her arms under my armpits. "On the count of three I'm going to slowly help you stand. Ready?"

I nodded my head and made sure my feet were planted firmly on the ground.

"One. Two. Three." Andy lifted me up, clearly forgetting about the slow part.

"Andy…"

"What?" Before she had even gotten the question out of her mouth I grabbed the edge of the sink and pulled myself towards it.

"Shit Skye!" She screamed as she pulled my hair back.

"It's just a little vomit, calm down." I mumbled as I rinsed my mouth out with water and cleaned up what had splashed out of the sink.

"Here, go change and brush your teeth. I'll clean this up."

"It's fine. You can't have expected Garrett to have cleaned up after me."

"He gets more charming every second."

"Yea. I just want to go to bed. Night."

She gave me a half-ass smile as I left the kitchen and I could hear the clinking of glasses as she began to clean up after me.