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I felt someone gently shake me awake. I opened my eyes and blinked until my vision was no longer blurry. It was dark in the room, just a dim lamp on across the room.
"Hey, you hungry?" Patrick asked me softly. I nodded and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
"Yeah. What time is it?" I began to sit up and stretch.
"10," he replied. It was almost a week after I got back. I was nearly on a normal schedule. I laid down for a nap around 6 pm, so I was getting closer to being on the new time zone.
"You guys didn't have to wait for me to eat," I stated, hoping they didn't.
"We've been busy today, so we just picked up some Chinese on the way home." He stated and I nodded. Pat stood up from the edge of the bed, heading back towards his place. I grabbed my phone and followed him out of the guesthouse. It was kind of chilly outside, so I was glad that I was wearing a hoodie and sweats.
"Hey," Elisa greeted me as I entered the kitchen with Patrick.
"Hey," I smiled and sat at the breakfast bar. She handed me a plate and fork and I smiled my thanks. We all began dishing up our food.
"Did you get set up with the real estate agent okay?" She asked me. She and Patrick had given me their Realtor's number so that I could house/condo hunt.
"Yes, thank you. I am going to look at some places tomorrow, actually." I said and Patrick nodded.
"Need anyone to go with you?" He asked me. I had never lived in LA, so I was still learning my way around.
"I'll just use my fancy new phone," I replied, smiling as I took a bite. One thing I loved about being back was the ability to own a nice phone. I didn't get a nice one while abroad because it would have been stolen. The more simply you lived, the less you had to lose or worry about.
After dinner, I went back to the guest house to watch some TV and look at listings online. Kara, the Realtor, had sent me email links to a group of houses and condos that she planned on taking me to see. I was definitely curious to see what my money would get me here.
I flipped through the channels and spotted Pete's face. It was Best Ink. I knew he had been hosting that show, but I'd never actually seen it. I couldn't help but watch, simply just to get a look at Pete. Seeing his face always reminded me how I had blown my chance to be with him. It had been seven years. He's been married, had a son, divorced, dated a bunch of people, and was now in a committed relationship, and with a model no less. I stood no chance of him still having feelings for me. I’d dated maybe two guys the whole time I was there and it was not serious at all. Those guys were mainly my failed attempts at moving on.
Watching the show was depressing me, so I turned off the TV and went back to looking over the listings for tomorrows house hunting.
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Mmmmmm! Oh, how I missed you Starbucks! It's been such a long week, but I just got news from the Realtor that I got the condo I put an offer on. I was absolutely elated! To celebrate, I decided to treat myself to some coffee before furniture shopping. I was sitting outside on the patio, sipping on my latte and scanning my email on my phone.
"Mandy." Pete called, walking up to me with a little blonde boy. Bronx, I assumed.
"Hey Pete," I smiled brightly. He looked so good. I always thought he looked good though.
"This is my son, Bronx," he introduced me. "Bronx, this is uncle Patrick's sister, Mandy."
"Hey Bronx! I've heard so much about you," I said to him. He was adorable. He had long blonde curly hair.
"Hi," he said happily. "You're pretty." Pete and I laughed.
"Well thank you. You're pretty cute, too." I replied and I touched his nose affectionately with my index finger, causing Bronx to let out a little laugh. Just then, Pete's girlfriend walked up to us, digging in her purse.
"I couldn't find it," she stated to Pete and then looked up. "Hi," she greeted me politely with a smile.
"This is Patrick's sister Mandy," Pete informed her.
"Oh! It's so nice to finally meet you," she said, still smiling and she shook my hand. "I'm Meagan."
"Nice to meet you, too," I replied politely. I honestly hated her out of jealousy, but she seemed sweet. That actually made me hate her even more. That, and she was absolutely gorgeous. I definitely stood no chance. I didn't want to see him with her. I was struggling as is without seeing her.
I glanced down at my phone. “I've got to run. It was nice seeing you guys.” I said and stood, grabbing my purse and tossing my phone into it.
“You too, Mandy,” Pete said as I retreated with a wave. I question the reasons I decided to move so close to him now. I could have just moved back to Chicago and rarely ever see him. I think a part of me wanted to be near him in hopes my presence would make a difference. It’s been nearly three weeks that I've been back and this is the third time I've seen him. The second time was when he came over to see Patrick.
I honestly miss how things used to be. We used to IM and text each other daily. Even when he first met Ashlee, he at least continued to email me and text on special events, like holidays and my birthday. The second he said ‘I do’, all communication stopped. I know that Ashlee did not know about Pete and I, and I’m going to assume the same with Meagan. Otherwise, she might not have been so friendly to me. She honestly seemed excited to meet me, so I am surely right.
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“What is wrong with me?” I asked Pat and Elisa. When I got home, Patrick could tell that I was upset the second I walked in.
“Nothing is wrong with you. You obviously have very deep feelings for Pete. He was your first real love. You were so distracted in Africa that you didn't give yourself time to move on.” Patrick reasoned with me. Elisa nodded in agreement. She had noticed my interest in Pete’s presence at the welcome home party and asked me about it a few days later. Only these two knew I still felt this way.
“I think you should start dating someone else. Doesn't matter if it becomes anything serious, you just need to realize that there are others out there and distract yourself.” Elisa advised and I nodded in contemplation. I guess. They have both posed very valid points. Maybe I should start dating. But who? I just got back after seven years away. I have no idea who or where to begin.
“Know anyone? Because I don’t.” I replied and Elisa picked up her phone and began looking through it. She began discussing guys with Patrick and I just listened on as they decided my fate.
"Hey, you hungry?" Patrick asked me softly. I nodded and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
"Yeah. What time is it?" I began to sit up and stretch.
"10," he replied. It was almost a week after I got back. I was nearly on a normal schedule. I laid down for a nap around 6 pm, so I was getting closer to being on the new time zone.
"You guys didn't have to wait for me to eat," I stated, hoping they didn't.
"We've been busy today, so we just picked up some Chinese on the way home." He stated and I nodded. Pat stood up from the edge of the bed, heading back towards his place. I grabbed my phone and followed him out of the guesthouse. It was kind of chilly outside, so I was glad that I was wearing a hoodie and sweats.
"Hey," Elisa greeted me as I entered the kitchen with Patrick.
"Hey," I smiled and sat at the breakfast bar. She handed me a plate and fork and I smiled my thanks. We all began dishing up our food.
"Did you get set up with the real estate agent okay?" She asked me. She and Patrick had given me their Realtor's number so that I could house/condo hunt.
"Yes, thank you. I am going to look at some places tomorrow, actually." I said and Patrick nodded.
"Need anyone to go with you?" He asked me. I had never lived in LA, so I was still learning my way around.
"I'll just use my fancy new phone," I replied, smiling as I took a bite. One thing I loved about being back was the ability to own a nice phone. I didn't get a nice one while abroad because it would have been stolen. The more simply you lived, the less you had to lose or worry about.
After dinner, I went back to the guest house to watch some TV and look at listings online. Kara, the Realtor, had sent me email links to a group of houses and condos that she planned on taking me to see. I was definitely curious to see what my money would get me here.
I flipped through the channels and spotted Pete's face. It was Best Ink. I knew he had been hosting that show, but I'd never actually seen it. I couldn't help but watch, simply just to get a look at Pete. Seeing his face always reminded me how I had blown my chance to be with him. It had been seven years. He's been married, had a son, divorced, dated a bunch of people, and was now in a committed relationship, and with a model no less. I stood no chance of him still having feelings for me. I’d dated maybe two guys the whole time I was there and it was not serious at all. Those guys were mainly my failed attempts at moving on.
Watching the show was depressing me, so I turned off the TV and went back to looking over the listings for tomorrows house hunting.
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Mmmmmm! Oh, how I missed you Starbucks! It's been such a long week, but I just got news from the Realtor that I got the condo I put an offer on. I was absolutely elated! To celebrate, I decided to treat myself to some coffee before furniture shopping. I was sitting outside on the patio, sipping on my latte and scanning my email on my phone.
"Mandy." Pete called, walking up to me with a little blonde boy. Bronx, I assumed.
"Hey Pete," I smiled brightly. He looked so good. I always thought he looked good though.
"This is my son, Bronx," he introduced me. "Bronx, this is uncle Patrick's sister, Mandy."
"Hey Bronx! I've heard so much about you," I said to him. He was adorable. He had long blonde curly hair.
"Hi," he said happily. "You're pretty." Pete and I laughed.
"Well thank you. You're pretty cute, too." I replied and I touched his nose affectionately with my index finger, causing Bronx to let out a little laugh. Just then, Pete's girlfriend walked up to us, digging in her purse.
"I couldn't find it," she stated to Pete and then looked up. "Hi," she greeted me politely with a smile.
"This is Patrick's sister Mandy," Pete informed her.
"Oh! It's so nice to finally meet you," she said, still smiling and she shook my hand. "I'm Meagan."
"Nice to meet you, too," I replied politely. I honestly hated her out of jealousy, but she seemed sweet. That actually made me hate her even more. That, and she was absolutely gorgeous. I definitely stood no chance. I didn't want to see him with her. I was struggling as is without seeing her.
I glanced down at my phone. “I've got to run. It was nice seeing you guys.” I said and stood, grabbing my purse and tossing my phone into it.
“You too, Mandy,” Pete said as I retreated with a wave. I question the reasons I decided to move so close to him now. I could have just moved back to Chicago and rarely ever see him. I think a part of me wanted to be near him in hopes my presence would make a difference. It’s been nearly three weeks that I've been back and this is the third time I've seen him. The second time was when he came over to see Patrick.
I honestly miss how things used to be. We used to IM and text each other daily. Even when he first met Ashlee, he at least continued to email me and text on special events, like holidays and my birthday. The second he said ‘I do’, all communication stopped. I know that Ashlee did not know about Pete and I, and I’m going to assume the same with Meagan. Otherwise, she might not have been so friendly to me. She honestly seemed excited to meet me, so I am surely right.
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“What is wrong with me?” I asked Pat and Elisa. When I got home, Patrick could tell that I was upset the second I walked in.
“Nothing is wrong with you. You obviously have very deep feelings for Pete. He was your first real love. You were so distracted in Africa that you didn't give yourself time to move on.” Patrick reasoned with me. Elisa nodded in agreement. She had noticed my interest in Pete’s presence at the welcome home party and asked me about it a few days later. Only these two knew I still felt this way.
“I think you should start dating someone else. Doesn't matter if it becomes anything serious, you just need to realize that there are others out there and distract yourself.” Elisa advised and I nodded in contemplation. I guess. They have both posed very valid points. Maybe I should start dating. But who? I just got back after seven years away. I have no idea who or where to begin.
“Know anyone? Because I don’t.” I replied and Elisa picked up her phone and began looking through it. She began discussing guys with Patrick and I just listened on as they decided my fate.
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