Hunter Andrews

I dropped the last boxes on the floor and roamed the whole apartment. I already had my furniture here last week from the Haul and Design Department. It is part of the privilege of being a first-time owner of Silver Realty, of which I am lucky to be one. I swiveled around, and I couldn’t hide my zest for the new home. I called Bobbie to show her my apartment while I started decorating and unpacking. “Hey...” I am utterly excited. Bob did not respond instead she was just making a frowny face on the other line. She is using her laptop because her screen is in a landscape position. Actually, she always calls me at this hour, but today I just called first. “Let me guess,” she paused. “You’re in your new apartment, aren’t you?” “How do you know?” “How would I not? Hon, everyone who sees your face right now would know that you are living in some of the rooms at the Silver Building.” “Opsy—” I pushed my lips together, then said apologetically, “I can’t help it.” “Did you have my box too?” she asked. “I brought you pretty things for your new apartment. I think the sheer curtains fit perfectly on those glass doors.” she added, peeping into the doors behind me. I put my phone on the kitchen counter, facing the glass doors, and looked at her box. I pulled the sheer curtains she was talking about. “It’s so damn pretty!” I yelled in excitement and showed it to her. “Ah, look! The texture is so soft. The design is minimal. It’s tall enough to cover the whole door. And it’s white! It’s effing white!” “I knew you liked it!” I said, "Are you kidding me? I love it! I’m going to put it right now." I have never been so excited about moving out or living in a new home. I really hated it the first time Bobbie told me she was moving to London because of a better job offer. Now I’m really excited about everything. I am staring at the new curtains. I slid open one of the glass doors so the wind could enter and see how the wind blew the curtains like a cadenced dance. “I was the one who should have bought you gifts for the wedding, you know,” I told her. “Thanks, Bob.” “No biggies!” she replied. “Speaking of wedding gifts, hey, I mailed you your invitation card and addressed it to your new apartment. It is probably delivered by now. Go check your first mail in your new apartment and commemorate it,” she said, then winked. “You’re the best, Bob,” I replied. "I know. I'm the best of all best friends in the world, hon. Promise me you'll be here a month before the wedding." Bobbie has been video-calling me every day just to make sure I'll go to her wedding, even after she said yes to Jordan’s proposal. After our friendship becomes long-distance, this is how we catch up with each other. "I will be there," I replied while unboxing my things from my new apartment. Then, I added, "Because I'll be watching Jordan not to bail on you." "I can hear you, Pi," I heard Jordan on the other line, peeking at the screen behind Bobbie. He asked her what food they would order before he said to me, "I think you should be here and meet some of my acquaintances. You wouldn't know," and then he smirked. "You are wholesome, babe," inserts Bobbie, then reaches out to Jordan's lips to kiss them. I frowned and said, "Are you making out right now in front of me? Stop it." They just ignore me and leave the call ongoing. I saw Bobbie's butt on the camera as she turned around. The only things I heard were the smoosh sound of them kissing and a slight shrieking curse. "God! Are you kidding me? I'm going to end the call," I said. "Don't make a s*x tape. Bye, Bob." My face was totally flushed and frowned upon as I heard her moaning. How can she be my best friend? She is a bad influence. I just shook my head in disbelief. Then she squeaked, "Find yourself a man, hon. Ugh, fu—bye! Love you!” “Who, Jordan or me?” She is unbelievable. Bobbie and Jordan met three years ago at a book conference, and they became lovers a year later. Now, they are getting married. Perhaps, years together can never guarantee that you will be together forever. I had a boyfriend once. Eight years with him is not enough. Maybe we were too young when we were together. I don't know. It's been a year since we broke up, and now I rarely think of him. I think I've moved on. Besides, I think I outgrow dating, boyfriends, or anything romantic. But I really hope that I will not end up being a spinster.