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Anya spent the rest of the weekend thinking about that promise, but Michael failed to fulfill in addition to not show up at the club for several days. Anya was getting restless, worried and finally, hurt. By thursday, she was ready to pull her hair off her skull.

“I mean… after all what happened--” Anya gulped, revisiting the previous Saturday events in her head. “I don’t get it! What is he playing at?” She and Angie were sitting at the smoothie shop, as Angie’s idea of comfort included lots of sugar, though the real reason she had wanted to go to this particular place was the kid that worked there. She thought he was really cute.

“Any…” Angie said in a soothing voice. “Maybe he’s just busy. He’s probably out of town if he hasn’t come to the club for so long.”

“He has a phone, doesn’t he?” Anya ran a hand through her hair and started shredding a napkin. “Seriously though. Men are such a headache that I’m soon becoming a lesbian!” She sighed at the end and went head to table.

The boy serving the smoothies caught the last part and tripped on his feet at hearing the statement causing his tray to flip over. With almost premonitory reflexes, Anya kicked her chair back just in time to see a smoothie land on where her head was a millisecond before. Angie wasn’t that lucky and received the second smoothie right in her cleavage.

“I’m sorry! Oh, for fuck’s sake, I’m so sorry!” The boy started, flailing his hands.

“Oh, my God!” Angie started flailing with her hands too. “Do something, you ass!” She snapped violently at the boy, who snatched a cloth from his apron pocket and started cleaning Angie’s chest in a rush.

Anya exploded in laughter as Angie’s face grew purple between the rage and the shame.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!?” Angie bellowed in the verge of tears as the boy came back to his senses only to realize his hand was cleaning smoothie right off Angie’s boob. His face turned a dark shade of red as he dropped the cloth and threw his hands up, his eyes wide open, and he stammered something that apparently was supposed to be an apology. Angie was fuming and Anya wondered if her friend kept thinking this kid was cute.

“Excuse me, I’ll just take him away, okay?” Said another boy. Anya looked at him, recognizing him from her classes.

“Hey! You’re Ryan, right? Ryan Ross? From my English classes.” Anya said, still trying to suppress the laugh. Angie was muttering while cleaning her front, tears threatening with falling she was so mortified.

“And Spanish and ancient literature too.” Ryan half smiled. “Anya, right?”

“Yeah.” Anya nodded. “This your friend?” She said nodding in the smoothie boy direction, who was still awestruck.

“Yes, friend and roommate, Brendon Urie.” Ryan chuckled. “He’s a bit of a klutz, as you can see…”

“Could you have this cozy encounter somewhere else?!” Angie snapped again, her lower lip was trembling as she shot an angry look at Anya, Ryan and Brendon. Ryan cleared his throat.

“Yeah. I’ll just-- you know…” Ryan smiled, grabbing Brendon by the shoulders and steering him behind the counter of the smoothie shop. Anya waved him off.

“And you, shut up!” Angie cried at her friend, tears falling freely now. “Stop laughing!” Anya choked the following fit of giggles.

“C’mon, let’s go home so you can get changed.” Anya suggested, but Angie shook her head.

“I’m not going out like this! Look at my shirt! It’s all pink and sticky!” Angie sobbed, looking at herself. “I’m going to KILL that kid!”

Anya took off her hoodie and handed it to Angie. “Here, it might be a little tight on the front…” She said with a chuckle, Angie did not look amused. “But at least is clean.” Snatching the article from Anya’s hand, Angie rushed to the bathroom to get changed. Anya stood up, hanging her backpack on her shoulder.

“Two smoothies to go.” Ryan had come back and stood in front of Anya, smoothies on his hands. “Is your friend okay?”

“Thanks.” Anya said with a smile, taking the cups from him. “Oh, she will be… How’s your friend doing?”

“He’ll be okay, once he comes out of his shock.” Ryan said and both giggled. Anya eyed the bathroom door.

“So, you both work here?” She asked, trying to make conversation.

“Oh, no. I don’t. But we share the car, so I have to wait till his shift is over.” Ryan said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Look, tell your friend that Brendon is really sorry. I know the guy and he truthfully didn’t realize about grabbing-- you know.” Ryan said awkwardly, like he was sorry too on account of his friend. Anya raised an eyebrow skeptically. “I’m serious! He didn’t notice until it was too late. But anyway… he’s terribly sorry and meant no harm.”

“And he sent you to tell me this cause he’s scared Angie will put up a complaint.” Anya guessed quite accurately.

“Basically.” Ryan shrugged.

“Well, tell him he’s lucky I didn’t punch his face off!” Angie spat from behind Ryan, hands on her hips, glaring at him. Then, she looked at Anya. “How the hell do you fit in this?” She spat.

“My bra is two sizes smaller.” Anya said simply and Ryan chuckled, earning another hard stare from Angie.

“I’m sorry… I’m going now.” Ryan said backing up a few steps. “It was nice talking to you, Anya.” He said waving both girls goodbye.

Anya waited for Angie to gather her things before handing her the smoothie. “What time is it?” Angie asked.

“Around five…” Anya said, cheerfulness fading from her face and her insides as she was again reminded of Michael’s absence.

“Just in time to clean myself up before work, then.” Angie walked to her car and looked at Anya’s pout. “Any, c’mon. Maybe he’ll be back tonight.” She said trying to make her friend smile.

“Yeah, sure.” Anya said, giving clear signs of not wanting to discuss the matter any further and Angie didn’t push.

What if Michael was back? She wasn’t about to let those five days of no contact go like they never happened. And in the other hand she really, really, wanted to see him, but didn’t want to get her hopes to high