The house was coming along nicely; I had a couch and a tv. My garden was growing, evolving, and raking in some seriously easy simoleons. I loved to spend the afternoons and evenings watching tv…mostly because I was still mourning the loss of my relationship with Geoffrey. After him, I put my heart and soul into my garden. But after the day’s work was finished I felt numb, so tv was a way to just veg out and not think about things…at least until I saw him on a comedy show: Mitchell Kalani, my best friend from my past – the man that entered my name in the lottery and loved me dearly. Maybe…instead of looking for new relationships, I should reconnect with him.
I called him later that evening I thought of him. I was ecstatic to hear from me after so long. We talked for a while, then he asked if I would like to come over this weekend to visit. His roommates were on their honeymoon, so he had the house to himself. I was worried that I would take advantage of him – he loved me, and I was still getting over Geoffrey. I didn’t want to hurt Mitch, because he was my oldest friend – I accepted anyway, because it would be nice to see a friendly face.
The weekend came quicker than I anticipated, and soon enough I found myself being tightly hugged by my friend.
“Can’t-breathe-Mitch.” He let go with a goofy smile and an apology.
“Sorry Ana. It’s so good to see you. Island life agrees with you.”
“You’ll have to come visit me next weekend.”
My phone beeped. I felt sick: Geoffrey texted me, asking if we could talk.
“What’s going on?” Mitchell asked.
“My uh…I guess ex lover? He texted me…things didn’t end well, at all.”
“Wanna talk about it?” I could always count on him to try to cheer me up.
“He’s married, and lied about it. So…things ended when his wife caught us. I really liked him.” I knew how stupid I sounded, but it was the simple truth.
“Did you really like him though? Or did you just like the idea of having romance and companionship?” Oh. I didn’t know, I didn’t think about it until that moment. But he had a point.
“Can we go in now?” I didn’t want to admit that he was right.
He embraced me. It was comforting and warm – just like him.
“Before we go in, there’s something I want to tell you.” He looked a little shy. “I still like you. A lot. And I know you’re hurting from your previous relationship. I wanted to tell you before we go in, because I haven’t moved on from you. And I was hoping that when you called, there would be–I dunno, something?” My heart was beating out of my chest. I had an urge to kiss him, but I didn’t. “Please say something, don’t leave me hanging.”
“I don’t know what to say.” There were so many things running through my mind.
“Anything? The first thing on your mind.”
“When I called you, it was for something because I knew how you felt. But then I felt like a piece of shit and came here with pure intentions. Just to hang out with a familiar face. I’m so alone on that island, and I think that maybe you were right about how I felt about Geoff…because it was out of loneliness. I don’t want it to be like that with you. I don’t want to use you for my loneliness because you deserve better.” I had no idea what was going through his mind, his facial expressions weren’t giving anything away.
“Okay, let’s go in now.”
We watched tv, ate some pizza, drank some wine. We talked about what had happened in our lives after I moved: He had his own comedy show on television. He went on a couple of blind dates set up by his friends. Gavin Richards got married, J Huntington got married. I told him about my garden and how I’ve been building up my house. I was proud of him, and he was proud of me.
All of a sudden, the urge to kiss him came back…so I did. Before I knew it, we were getting hot and heavy, and heading upstairs to his bedroom. I didn’t feel any regret – except maybe that I didn’t do this sooner.
I went home and took a pregnancy test, considering we had woohooed a lot. I was excited to see the result.
Negative.
I felt bummed. I was starting to think I was sterile and that my hard work was for nothing.