can we kiss for ever

🎊🎊episode 1 🎊🎊

Kelsey

There's no point in making a plan because somehow it always manages to

fall apart.

"T'm sorry, could you please repeat that?" I ask, even though I heard her

loud and clear the first time.

Sara Connelly did not just tell me that in less than thirty days she 'll be

leaving on some "extended" vacation to finally travel the world-those are

the exact words she used. Throw in the fact that she isn't sure when she'll be

back, she isn't leaving me in charge of the bar while she's away, and

someone else will be making my schedule, this doesn't look good for me. I

can't decide whether to be relieved that she isn't adding to my newfound

stress or hurt by her choice, seeing as a huge piece of my plan just went to

shit.

"Any particular reason you made this choice?" I ask.

She just shakes her head.

After Sara graduated college at twenty-one-thanks to early college

classes she took while still in high school her father gave her The Bar. Sara

hated that name, so she had a reopening and renamed it The Black Alcove.

Except everyone refers to it as the BA, which is fitting because it's been a

year since she took over and the entire place is pretty badass.

That also means I've been the bar manager for the last year. I know my

way around this place better thanI do in the apartment Sara and I share. I can

do anything she can do, and sometimes better. A new boss could and more

than likely will ruin my already polished class schedule.

I stop slicing the lime in my hand, set the knife calmly on the bar top in

front of me, and focus on her. Sara hasn't made eye contact with me once

since she shared her announcement. She's not telling me something. She's

sitting on one of the high-top stools at the other side of the bar, planning the

next week's work schedule. She looks up from her papers and her long,

blonde curls fall around her guilty face. Big, blue eyes look everywhere but at

me before returning to the calendar lying in front of her. She clicks her pen

twice before she says anything.

"Come on, Kelsey, this is your final semester of college. Do you really

want to be running a bar and going to class?" She glances up. "Besides, we

both know you hate working in general, and ifI can't rely on you to show upon time to bartend the 3:00 p.m. shift, there's no way you can manage this

place for a whole a year while I'm gone."

A whole year! I thought she didn't know how long she was going to be

gone.

I let out a small huff, grabbing the knife and cutting into the green ball in

front of me a bit more harshly than I should, all while cursing at how well she

knows me. It's true. I hate being told what to do and when and where I need

to be. I hate working. Correction-I hate working on a schedule someone

else has made for me-even if it works around my classes-and rules are my

enemy

Yet here I am, about to graduate with a degree in accounting, which has

nothing to with writing, my dream job. Writing would let me be anywhere at

any time and be happy. Accounting will do nothing but give me a job where

Pll have to work eight to five behind a desk. I'll probably work harder than I

do as a bartender while making half the money. And that says something,

because life as a bartender can be pretty intense work. What was I thinking?

Make Daddy proud. Maybe an accounting degree will get him to notice

you. That's what I was thinking.

"T'm only late because I got lost in my studies." My voice is cheery and

exaggerated.

"Ha, yeah okay, studies. I wasn't aware you were majoring in how to take

the longest naps ever," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

I give her my best sad face, bottom lip out and all. I can't help it when I

fall asleep from a boring textbook. Hand me a romance novel or some

suspense, and I'll pull an all-nighter.

"But the main reason I'm not leaving you in charge is because you stress

easily. I don't want you becoming too overwhelmed this semester. It's your

last one. Enjoy it."

That's sweet of her. But I still think she's holding back information.

The idea of new management terrifies me. I admit I need someone who

can cut me some slack-college isn't as easy as some people make it look.

"Who is your replacement, and what if they fire me while you're gone

because they don't know how I work? They don't know me like you, and

they won't let it slide' on account of the best friend rule.

It's quite simple: We always forgive each other no matter what and we

don't judge each other or do anything that would cause the other to fail in

life. Hence, if she fired me, I would fail in helping pay our rent.