I waited while Darien juggled around with his keys trying to open the front door. He was trying to balance two bags of groceries that I had asked if he needed help with, but he said he could handle it. Sure…
The door opened finally and the lights came on illuminating a huge living area that was wonderfully decorated.
"Wow Darien…" I said walking further into the room. A lovely tan leather couch and love seat made a semi circle around an expensive looking coffee table. Followed by an entertainment center like no other. A huge flat screen TV pressed against the glass with mpre accessories than I have ever seen in my entire life.
"Think you have enough electronics?" I said walking into the open kitchen connected to the living room area.
"That's my shrine that you're not allowed to touch or you suffer the consequences," he laughed as he started to put away the groceries.
"So where's my room?" I asked.
Suddenly he pointed across the living room where I had neglected to notice a little inset of doorways, but more importantly a gigantic hole in the wall that looked like a bulldozer had run right through it.
"Holy shit…what happened!" I said walking over and through the humongous hole. The room was quite spacious and had a great walk-in closet.
"My ex needed to relieve a little stress before she moved out I guess," he said while walking over through the "hole".
"You actually lived with someone…nonetheless a girlfriend?" I said very surprised.
"Yeah," was all he answered shrugging his shoulders.
"Hmm…well it's very nice, but are you going to have this fixed before I move in?" I said eyeing him suspiciously, not liking the fact that he was withholding information from me.
"Of course I will," he said giving me that sly smile of his. Of course I just rolled my eyes.
So as I was moving in a week later Darien's brilliant idea of fixing the wall was hanging a gigantic sheet over the hole because the repairmen were obviously "booked up". Yeah whatever lazy ass is all I said to him.
The next few days I was pretty occupied getting my room all decorated so it kept my mind off Andrew and why he had decided to end it. I painted my walls a lovely mauve color and treated myself to new furniture and bed furnishings. Decorating has always been a great pleasure of mine and I always indulge when I can.
Soon enough though all my emotions caught up with me, and one night I was lying awake crying. The tears seem to just start flowing and I hate being such a big baby so I tried to muffle my cries with my pillow. Not good enough apparently because soon Darien's arm came through the "wall" setting a drink down on the ground.
"Morphine for the pain," he said and then I could see his shadow walk away.
I got up and grabbed the drink and made my way out through the curtain to sit on the couch next to Darien who was smoking. He offered me one, but I declined. We sat there for a moment longer and then I decided to have a drag and grabbed the cigarette out of his hand. It's been years since I've smoked and I started coughing the instant I inhaled. Of course Darien could only laugh at how ridiculous I looked.
"It's not funny," I said taking another swig of my drink. Jesus at this rate I was looking worse and worse.
"Yeah it is. You know it's not good to be depressed. It makes you get wrinkles," Darien spoke while reclining further into the couch sprawling about.
"Well I don't know about that, but smoking sure does so put that crap out," I said getting up and walking out onto the balcony putting the cigarette out. Soon Darien followed behind me and I leaned against the rail and I drowned the rest of my drink.
"Come on woman," Darien said grabbing my arm and pulling me back inside.
"Let go of me!" I said acting very childish.
"No I'm taking you down the street. You need a stronger drink," he laughed as he pulled me out the door and down to the street below.
An hour later I found myself on my fourth beer telling the story to Darien how Andrew had just left me in a noisy bar packed almost wall-to-wall. Quite surprisingly he listened the entire time giving his great "man" advice, but still it was nice that he listened. I just couldn't understand why Andrew had left when I thought he was such a great guy.
"Why do you put him up on such a freakin' pedestal? I mean come on Serena, you thought you knew everything about a guy in 4 months?" he said taking another swig of his beer.
"I just thought I had met someone genuine," I said burying my head into my arms on the bar.
"See that's your problem. When you met someone don't believe all the crap they dish out in the beginning. It takes a while to really get to know someone and to make all the big decisions you made so fast."
"How the hell do you know all this? You're never with a girl more than a week," I said while watching his eyes drift over my head eyeing something.
" Because I'm a genius," he said now staring intently at something behind me.
I whipped my head around to see what he was starring at and it was actually a who he was starring at. A beautiful woman with vibrant blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes and a shirt that left little to the imagination.
"Ugh! Darien are you going to pay attention to me or are you done for the evening?" I said complaining loudly in his face while he was trying to still look at the woman.
"Hey she could be your twin almost," he said laughing as I stuck my tounge out at him. "Okay see with this girl right here she's looking at me sending the signal that she wants me to go over there. So I'll go over there talk to her and if she wants to make it more than it really is that's her problem. I lay out what I want and if they try to make it more then they're setting themselves up for the downfall. Never trust a guy when you met him…give it time to know what he's all about."
"You are such a pig," I said. With that he laughed and got up leaving left my ass at the bar, to go talk to the model in the corner.
