Kicking Reality

“Oh,” he mutters.

“I also ran into Farrah. She said some words, I said some words.”

“Right.”

His one-word responses make for an uninteresting conversation, so I lay my head against the window and just watch the scenery until we reach home.

We went our separate ways when we got inside; heading straight for the bathroom where I showered and changed into something more comfortable. With no plans tonight, I decided to ditch work and lay on the couch, catch up on some TV, while responding to some fans. I posted a pic that Josie had sent me, all of us posing at the table captioning the picture: Filming lunch with the gang.

As soon as I posted the pic, comments flooded shortly after.

“What are you doing?” Wes plonks himself on the sofa beside me, wearing his sweats and no shirt. He did this on purpose, and as much as it irritated me, I’m still r

eminded of how attractive Wesley is.

I raise my cell, showing him the pic. He smiles, then grabs the remote.

“I thought you were going out for drinks?” I ask him, half paying attention as I respond to a fan that comments about my dress.

“Nah. Thought I’d stay home.”

I keep my thoughts to myself, scrolling down until I see Logan commented on my post. Most people wouldn’t think anything of him commenting since it was known that we were family friends and that Ash is his best friend. The smartass, of course, had to have a final say. Must have been a hot day in Cali. Your cheeks look flushed.

With Wes beside me, I keep my smile hidden and refrain from commenting. I scroll through the other comments until my cell rings and Mom comes up on the screen.

“Hey Mom. You’re on speaker and Wes is here.”

“Oh, hi honey!” Mom greets with an upbeat tone.

Wes leans forward, speaking into the cell. “Hey Abbi. Long time no speak.”

“I know,” she agrees. “I’ll be there in three weeks. Did Emmy tell you?”

He looks at me, rolling his eyes. “No, she didn’t.”

“My fault Mom. We just got back from lunch. But that’s great news,” I tell her. “We found out today we’re heading to London next week for the Victoria Secret show.”

“How fantastic!” she cheers. “Are you going to visit Ash and Logan’s place?”

I could see Wes’s demeanor change, watching me with cautious eyes.

“Hadn’t thought about it. I might call Ash tonight and see if I could squeeze some time with him.”

“Oh kid, call him later. They’re out on a double date. Alessandra set Logan up with a nurse from her work. Can you imagine that? I hate to admit but I think those boys have a fetish for medical professionals.”

Logan is on a date with a nurse? My stomach hardens at the thought. I’m well aware that Wesley is still watching me so I quickly come up with something to say supressing my jealousy.

“Alright Mom, I’ll give him a buzz tomorrow.”

“Night kiddo, night Wes.”

We say goodnight in unison before I hang up and throw my cell on the sofa beside me.

“What are we watching?” I ask, eyes fixed on the screen ignoring my head telling me that I had no right to be jealous. We agreed that whatever went on outside that hotel room didn’t matter. Who we saw, what we did.

“Game of Thrones?”

“Sure, why not.”