TLS Flashfic Week 6/7
Prompt: www. tehlemonadestand 2013/06/tlss-flash-fic-fridays-are-in-full_7. html#comment-form (picture of a guy standing in front of a window, smiling, naked, covering up his stuff)
"Dude, what about her? She's hot."
"Em, no. C'mon," I said and swirled the ice in my glass. This place was packed with cleavage and fake tans and too-white teeth. I told him I didn't want to come.
Since my break-up with Vic Emmett's hounded me relentlessly to get laid. Best friends since high school, I've never known him to grasp the concept of taking a break from women. Not celibacy, are you kidding? Just a couple months.
He elbowed me. "I'm tellin' ya, man, just look. Nine o'clock, the one next to the blonde."
"Not interested." I lifted my hand to get the bartender's attention. Em said the bar was low key. He lied. I swear the ratio of girls to guys was like 50:1. Maybe not that extreme, but—
"Oh, shit." He laughed.
"What?" I looked at Em and followed his gaze. "Oh, shit."
"Yeah."
"Bella."
"Bella fucking Swan, man."
"The bridesmaid from Jake's wedding."
He chuckled then tipped his beer to his mouth. "Some night," he said.
It was one night. She'd snuck out before I could get her number. Emmett and I flew back to Chicago that afternoon.
Her eyes widened when she spotted us. The blonde followed her over to our place at the bar and somehow my mouth went desert dry.
We bought rounds of shots – too many to count.
We laughed about the wedding.
I couldn't take my eyes off her.
I didn't ask why she disappeared.
The next thing I knew we were back at my place and she was under me. Over me. Up against my wall.
Morning came and Bella was gone. No kiss goodbye – nothing. But I went to the window and waited, smiling – she'd be back. See, I took her wallet.
No way I'd let her go again.