Page 11 of Charming
“I can tell,” she smiles again. “Now, tell me. Did you ever see that young man again?”
“Young man?” I ask, even though I know exactly whom she’s talking about. It’s just I didn’t expect her reference to make my heart stutter in my chest.
“Yes, I believe you said his name is Asher Charming.”
“That’s right.”
“So, it was the actor?”
“Yes, it was.”
“Well tell me, did you see him again? Talk to him? It sounds like he took your breath away at first sight.”
“You have no idea,” I tell her shaking my head a little at the memory.
“Well don’t stop now. Tell me what happened next!”
“Oh my god, I don’t believe it!” Katie yells while staring at her phone.
“What?” The two of us decided to go outside the resort for lunch and walked in and out of various souvenir shops along the road to our destination. In front of a storefront Katie stopped to take selfie’s in a huge sombrero that had grabbed her attention and then pictures of us in various poses.
“That picture we took with Asher?” she asks as if I could forget. She teased me forever over the way I acted in front of him. I told her I hated her, but then she bought me another margarita so all was forgiven.
“What about it?”
“This.” She turns her phone toward me and I see that all of our heads have been chopped off. My mouth falls open, I look at Katie’s face and see how annoyed she looks and so I double over at the waist and start laughing. “It’s not funny! Who the hell doesn’t know how to take a picture?!”
“Apparently they didn’t believe you when you said you wouldn’t post it.”
“I’m totally going to hunt them down and demand another one.”
“I’m sure you will, I’d expect nothing less,” I tell her with a laugh. “What about this? Does this say, ‘you were supposed to get married and didn’t’,” I ask Katie while holding up a little trinket using it to distract her.
She rolls her eyes, “No. It screams, ‘I went to Mexico and instead of having fun shopping with my best friend, I had a pity party’.”
“Hey!” I react immediately in self-defense at her comment, but then sigh. “Actually you’re right. I don’t know why I said that.”
“Because you’re still angry, that’s why. I’m not saying you shouldn’t be, I’m sorry if I sounded inconsiderate of your feelings. I just hate you wasting any more time on that piece of shit.”
“Yeah, he really is a piece of shit, huh?”
“Totally. Which is why I actually sent him a flaming pile of poo in the mail.”
My words stutter on a laugh, “What?”
“Yep. Before we left, I ordered a pile of shit to be sent to his front door.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No, I’m not. There’s actually an online company that provides it. You get to choose the amount and even get to pick the kind of animal it’s ejected from too. And the inside packaging kind of disintegrates when it is removed from the outside container. I swear you can order anything on the internet.”
“Get. Out.” My mouth is hanging open and I’m staring at her in both awe and surprise.
“I’m serious,” she shrugs as if sending someone literal shit in the mail isn’t the tiniest big deal.
Rushing to her, I throw my arms around her while laughing. “I have the best friend in the whole world.”
“Hell yes you do,” Katie agrees squeezing me back in return. “The only thing better would be if they offered to somehow take his picture while he opens the extra large package, but unfortunately, we’ll just have to imagine that ourselves.”
