Unapologetically Me

Sixty Four

You know you're an adult when you get excited about brand new appliances. In my case, I was washing all day and drying with my brand new washer and dryer.

My couch was full of clothes and I was literally grinning from ear to ear even though now I had to put everything up. But I felt proud. I felt super f*cking proud of finally not having to take all of my stuff to the Laundromat. At the apartment, we had to use a communal laundromat and it sucked having to lug laundry down the stairs.

Now I had the luxury of having them in the same house and they're were beautiful.

I sat on my couch and began folding everything with a pile of hangers sitting next to me on the couch. I had a pile of jeans, neatly folded on the corner, a pile of my period panties, a pile of work panties, a pile of bras, my t-shirts were hanging over the edge of the couch with hangers on them and shorts in a pile on the floor right next to my feet.

I hadn't done this much laundry in so long and I was kind of regretting it now, but I couldn't help myself but do my laundry when my appliances were delivered the night before.

I stood up in the middle of my laundry folding session and walked to the kitchen to get myself a drink. I paused my TV and then ran to my dryer as soon as I heard the cute little tinkling that meant that it was done and unloaded it.

I brought the new basket full of clothes into the living room and sat back down to continue folding. I played my show and was getting back into my groove when the doorbell rang.

I frowned and sighed. Now that summer was starting, the neighbor kids kept throwing their sh*t into my yard. They were a pair of teenaged boys, so I knew that they were just trying to catch a perk of me since this was the third time today.

I got up and growled as I unlatched the door and opened it a crack since I was only wearing a t-shirt and panties.

"I told you guys! If it's in my yard, it's mine! No more balls in m-" I stopped short at the sight of an unfamiliar man standing in front of me wearing a crooked smile.

He was tall, maybe a good six foot with some inches and was dressed douchy as hell in some khaki shorts, a polo shirt and sunglasses. He had honey blonde hair that matched a honey-ed tan to his skin. Truth be told, he looked like a long lost Hemsworth brother.

"Oh, sorry." I looked at the man with his smile and raised my eyebrows. "May I help you?"

"Yeah," He said in a deep voice. "I actually threw my Frisbee over the fence in the back." I felt my face heat and he laughed.

I rolled my eyes. "It's mine now. Sorry."

He grinned, showing off a mouth full of perfect, straight white teeth and took off his sunglasses revealing light green eyes.

"Nah, I'm joking. Are you Kelly Whitmore?"

I narrowed my eyes at him and shrugged. "What's it to you?"

He grinned again and shrugged. "I came to talk to a Kelly Whitmore about something. Is she you? My name is Liam Henderson."

I looked at the man standing in front of me and pressed my lips together, feeling annoyed.

"Yes, what is this about?"

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out an envelope. It was wide and looked expensive. It was blank but had a faint floral scent to it and when I took it, it felt thick.

"What is this?"

"Open it."

I sighed and opened the envelope and pulled out what looked like an invitation.

Fredrick and Joy Greenfield request the honor of your presence to the marriage of thier daughter:

Sarah Greenfield And James Starr

My heart seizes for a second as I stare down at it and I look up at the man, feeling furious.

"Is this a f*cking joke?" I throw the invitation at the guy and I watch as he catches it before I slam the door in his face. My heart is racing and my eyes sting. I lean against the door and take a giant heaving breath.

There's a light knock on the door and I throw it open and glare at the man.

"I'm sorry. I mean no harm, whatsoever. I...I came to speak with you about this. Not, not officially inviting you. Please...hear me out."

I glare at him and I want to shove him down my steps and pummel him. I was having a good day. I was having a day where I hadn't thought of anything bad, where I was just enjoying watching TV and folding my damn laundry like a normal person.

"Who are you?" I can't help the curiosity. No one outside of Marlene and Jordan know where I live. I don't understand how this guy found me to throw James' perfect little life in my face.

"I...I am Liam. Sarah is my ex girlfriend and my best friend, still. I...I'm worried about her, so I-I came here to find you, because you're the only person I could think of to give me answers that I need."

His eyes are on my face while he talks to me, but when he stops his eyes travel down my body and snap back up quickly. I blush, quickly realizing I'm still in just a t-shirt and panties. I turn on my heel, leaving the door open and stomp into my livingroom and pull on a pair of shorts from my pile.

I turn around and find him standing in the doorway, watching.

"You coming in or just going to stand there?"

He sighs in relief and steps into the house and waits the door. I'm still fuming but f*ck me if I'm curious about what he has to say.

I begin moving the hangers and pants off of the couch and sit down in the recliner I bought myself not too long ago. He takes the spot that I had occupied earlier and sets the invitation down on my pile of work panties on the table.

"Laundry day?"

"F*ck off. I'm not here for small talk. Say what you have to say."

He raises his eyebrows and produces a smirk. He's a good looking guy, but right now, I hate him, so I don't even see it.

"Alright then, like I was saying outside, I'm friends with Sarah. I'm actually probably her only friend but that's beside the point. I came here because about a week ago, I was on James' laptop and found that he had recently watched a..." he swallowed and his cheeks blazed with color. "A video of a girl. You. It was a private video. But anyways, when I found it, he was here. In Vegas and..."

"James and I don't talk. We haven't seen it spoken to eachother in over a year. So if you're asking for your friend if I f*cked him or whatever, you can report back to her and tell her 'f**k. No.' "

He nodded slowly. "It's not exactly what I'm asking. I mean, yeah, I wondered, but...no. I was more here to see if...well if you would come to the wedding as my date. I want to see if he's still into you since he was watching one of your videos. It just...I don't want her to find that sh*t out later when she's stuck with him. I mean, you, of all people, know him."

I clench my jaw and feel my nostrils flare. "Why would I subject myself to that? James...James is a piece of sh*t. He didn't even have the decency to break up with me. He ghosted me. He f*cked me all Christmas break and told me pretty little things and had the audacity to ask me to go live with him in Massachusetts, and then didn't answer a single phone call or text after he left."

Liam sat on my couch with wide eyes and then furrowed his eyebrows. "But...but he said he did. He told Sarah he broke up with you."

I laughed then, feeling tears spring to my eyes and I dashed them away quickly. "Yeah, no. That didn't happen at all." I laid back against my recliner and closed my eyes. That lying motherf*cker. Even a year and a half later and I was still feeling sh*t for him.

"I'm sorry. Sh*t, if I had known it didn't end well in between the both of you, I wouldn't have come. I...from what I was told, both of you separated on good terms. That's all I heard. I thought..." he sighed and shook his head. He rubbed his hand on the back of his head and looked uncomfortable.

"You don't have to be sorry about anything." I finally told him, calming down. "He lied to you all and now you know the truth. I'm sorry I can't help you with Sarah, but I'm also not sorry."

He raised his eyebrows. "Why?"

"Because she was on him the entire time he was with me. Atleast from what I heard from James, she was always around. And from what I remember, you weren't. So maybe if you had stopped dicking around, maybe you'd still have your girl instead of watching her marry him."

He smiled and shrugged. "Sarah and I were done long before she broke up with me. I think we stayed with eachother for comfort. All I'm worried about is James. I want to make sure he's there for her and not...not going to leave her for someone else."

"Like he did to me?"

"Exactly."

"Well...he asked this one to marry him. So...I doubt he will. He may have been an asshole to me in the end, but he...he wasn't a bad person."

Liam nodded slowly. "Well," he said slowly. "I know you probably won't take it, but...if you change your mind." He pulled out another paper from his back pocket and set it on my period panties. I blushed now that I wasn't super f*cking pissed and looked at the paper.

"What is it?"

"Plane ticket. It's for a couple of days before the wedding, and a couple of days after."

I snort and shake my head. "Yeah, I'd try to get a refund if I was you."

He smiled and shook his head. "It's a choice you can make for yourself. You can go to the wedding and get closure or whatever you need or you can just ignore it."

He stood up slowly, leaving it there on my table and smiled down at me.

"And just so you know, James is a damn idi*t for letting you go."

He walked to the front door and I watched him leave. I sat on the recliner and stared at both the invitation and the plane ticket for a minute before I scooped them both up and took them to the kitchen. I stuffed them into a drawer and shut it roughly and went back to my couch.

My good mood was gone and all I was left with was a giant pile of clothes and anger boiling in the pit of my stomach. Also, the expensive scent of cologne.