Chapter 7- The Yellow Boomerang
-events set during "Girls vs. Suits"-
Another night, another 5 hours at the bar. I got my jacket on as I was heading out the door. I walked out into the hallway, and started locking my door when the next door opened. Juno came out in a bathrobe, her hair looking slightly damp.
"Hey Juno." Over the years I've grown used to her standing out like a sore thumb like this, so her coming out into the hallway wearing a bathrobe didn't throw me off in any way.
"Did you leave this here?" She asked, holding out something that I was blown away to see. It was almost like a lifetime ago since I last saw it: her yellow umbrella.
"What the hell...? No I didn't. It never occurred to me that I should have gotten you a new one." I thought the umbrella was stolen at the club 2 years ago.
"Ollie, I think this is the same one that I had in the first place. I see a scratch I made on the handle on the first one in a specific place is there." She pointed to it.
"Well I got no idea where it came from." I said.
"I do." Said a voice at the doorway. Cindy stepped into the hallway. "C'mon. Both of you."
"But, um..." Cindy looked pretty pissed. "I got my shift." I said.
"Now, Oliver!"
"Ok." I said lightly stepping into her apartment.
"Juno, give us a minute while you put something on." Said Cindy.
Juno didn't say anything as she walked into her room.
"Problem?" I asked, sitting on the couch.
"God! I had someone new to talk to, and even this guy, who doesn't even remember meeting Juno falls in love with her."
"Ok, I need some holes filled in here, please."
"I'm sorry, Ollie. It's just, I was just on a date, and the usual thing happened."
If you knew those two girls, then it didn't take a genius to figure out what was the usual procedure "He fell for Juno." I said.
"He fell for Juno." She said almost simultaneously. "He saw a whole bunch of the stuff she's lent me, or gave me, and then freaked out when he saw her bass. And you're not gonna believe who it was."
Only one thought sprung to my mind for some reason: "Ted."
Cindy nodded. "That guy met me about a week ago and we went on a date. I guess you can fill in the blanks."
"No trouble there." and then I realized how the umbrella was left here: "He's the one who had the umbrella this whole time." It sounded weird to find out this strange fact: why did Ted have it? This can't be an accident. I gave Cindy another look.
"Read my lips Ollie." Said Cindy, almost reading my mind. "It. Was. A. Coincidence!"
"No, I don't think so. No such thing as coincidences. See, I believe that everything happens for a reason" Cindy scowled at me, so I continued "So what happened next?"
"I kicked him out after he tried asking me about Juno."
"It's okay, Cindy. I think I understand it. You don't have to be so upset."
Cindy started tearing up a bit. "Why is it that I'm always overlooked by every guy I meet?"
"Hey, I'm a guy. But I just happen to be one of your best friends. I swear to you that the right one is out there for you. And I'll help you find him."
Cindy gave me a short hug. "Thanks, Ollie. You always know the right thing to say. I don't know. Maybe you might be onto something."
"Hell yeah, I am. Now I don't mean to be abrupt, but I gotta get going. The drinkers of the Big Apple are calling." I started towards the door.
"You think that the one is out there for me?"
I looked back at her. "There's one for everyone. We just don't have any knowledge of when we'll meet them."
I headed out of the apartment, closing the door behind me. I started down the hall when the door opened behind me.
"Ollie, wait!" It was Juno, wearing a hoodie with a guitar on it and a pair of jeans.
"Oh hey, J. Where are you headed?"
"The bar with you. I think Cindy needs some time alone."
"Sounds about right."
We started down the stairs.
"Happened to catch a glimpse of one of your athletic robots painting." I said.
"And? Any thoughts?"
"I wouldn't mind one for my apartment. "Can you do one with ice hockey?"
"Sure thing." she said, grinning. "Awesome! I was hoping someone would say something about them. Other than Cindy, who thought it looks weird, no one's seen them. Glad someone enjoys them."
"I don't see why not on them. Why Cindy finds them bizarre, I'll never know. I'd say the proper description is 'outgoing'"
"Yeah, you're right. Cindy just doesn't find me that amusing or fun to have around like she used to. I think it went downhill ever since that thing when we first met Ted."
"J, do you believe in fate?" I suddenly asked.
"Ollie, c'mon. You're talking to the Queen of believers in that stuff. Why do you ask?"
"It's just Cindy. She keeps saying to me that my whole theory on 'everything happens for a reason' is bullshit. It can't be a coincidence that we're seeing this guy more and more."