Page 78 of Final Goodbye
“Well, guess we need to grab the other bottle for you in the kitchen!” I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the kitchen, where all the extra bottles were lined up on the counter.
“If I’m diving into bottle number two then you need to catch up,” she challenged me.
I grabbed the rest of the pinot grigio and dumped it into my glass filling it to the halfway mark. “I’ll drink this one fast and grab my back up bottle and bring it back to the living room.”
With more wine than we should probably be having in one sitting, we stumbled our way back to the couch and giggled over every guy's profile that popped up. The way some of these men described what they were looking for was so cringy.
“This is obviously a hook up app so let’s cut to the chase. Wanna fuck? Message me.”
“Looking for something short-term. Preferably at a motel.”
“I want a woman with personality. Ideally just one though.”
“Gross! What is wrong with these men?” I asked in complete shock at some of the bios I just read. It’s no wonder Sophie hadn’t had any luck.
“Boys. Not men. And I told you, absolute garbage. Plus, I’m pretty sure half of these are fake profiles because I’ve never seen some of these guys before and I know almost everyone in town. Probably a ton of douche bags cheating on their wives seeking some young pussy. What guy that’s over twenty-one years old in this town hasn’t dropped intoPeaksbefore you know?”
Sophie continued to swipe left on each guy that popped up when I glanced over at her phone and recognized a familiar face. “Wait!” I hollered not wanting her to swipe left just yet.
“Let me see your phone,” I asked as she handed it over.
“Don’t do anything stupid,” she pleaded as her eyes turned serious.
“Myles is on this dating app?” His picture looked back at me and mischievous thoughts of playing matchmaker ran through my mind.
“I told you. He’s a player. Of course he’s on every dating app that exists,” Sophie scoffed. She sipped her wine while I caught a quick glance of her not paying me much attention. Deciding to play cupid, I swiped right.
“Huh. Was just curious what his bio said. Doesn’t look like he is too active on this app though because it was blank. Just said his name and age.” I handed her back her phone and tried to play off I ever swiped right on him. She would never know unless he decided to swipe right on her as well and then they matched on the app.
DING!
Sophie’s phone rang with a notification. Oops I was in trouble.Blame it on the alcohol, Paige.
“Did you really just swipe right on Myles Cooper from my account?” Her face turned flush. I hoped she wasn’t upset with me, and it was just the wine adding color to her face.
“Oh, shit! Does right mean you want to match with them? I thought that was left!” I tried to cover up the fact that I was totally trying to play matchmaker.
“Paige! Now he’s going to think I want to fuck him like every other girl in town.”
“Just tell him it was a drunken mistake. Tell him you thought he was someone else!”
“Oh, like who? His brother? Oh wait, he’s taken by my best friend.”Best friend?The title caught me off guard. I don’t think I’ve ever really had a best friend before. I always had more friends that were guys and never let too many girls close to me growing up. Usually, girls were so petty and dramatic, and I never wanted anything to do with that.
Something about that title,best friend,had me feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. “You think of me as your best friend?” I muttered in delight attempting to change the subject.
“Well, of course… I don't really have any other girlfriends. Acquaintances, sure. My old high school friends all moved away and we kind of just drifted and I never went to college. So just like men, girlfriends are limited in this town. You moved back and I found we just kind of… clicked.” She shrugged hershoulders like it was no big deal that she just gave our friendship a title.
With a smile plastered on my face, I took a moment to think back to the last couple of months and everything there was to be grateful for. Some nights were God awful when I was up thinking about my dad and everything that happened, but other nights were full of love. Just like this one. Sitting here in a place I can now call home, waiting for my boyfriend to come home, and having drinks with my new best friend.
Life had a funny way of knowing what was best for me. Just like Declan said on Thanksgiving.With every tragedy, comes a new beginning.
And I was a big fan of this new beginning. I was going to make the most of it. There was no point in dreading all the ‘what ifs’. This was my life now and I needed to fully grasp it and move forward. It was time to start healing completely.
“Does this mean you forgive me for swiping right on Myles for you?”
She gave me the side-eye. “Not a chance.” We both burst out in laughter when my phone dinged with a text from Declan.
Declan: Leaving here in a few to head home. You two need anything?
