“A vacation is having nothing to do and all day to do it in.”-Robert Orben
So, last post I told you that I was working on a special project and I am finally ready to tell you more about it! Note: there are spoilers ahead for those of you that haven’t read Every Beat, so please proceed at your own risk. I hate when people ruin endings to things that I want to discover on my own, so if you’re like me, scroll down until you see Jimmy Fallon hold up a “Safe” sign.
I have written a novella that follows…Gavin! I know we all felt for him when Sadie broke his heart, but everyone deserves a happily ever after. I felt like I owed it to him after Sadie strung him along for so long, especially because he didn’t really do anything wrong. He just wasn’t “the one.” But don’t worry, something better is coming down the road for him: -). I’m not exactly sure when it will be available as I’m still ironing out details, but I’m hoping for October. I will keep you posted.
Here’s a sneak peak:
Pain. That’s all I felt. Although the copious amount of alcohol I had consumed was making it harder to feel. Mission accomplished. Although, now, I thought as I shuffled down the sidewalk and tried not to stumble on the occasional raised brick, that may not have been the smartest idea. I had no idea where the hell I was.
I crossed a street and tried to look up at the sign, but the letters were moving around. A lot. I turned my head left and then right and decided that walking right sounded like the right thing to do. Right was the right thing to do. Ha.
I tried to laugh, but it hurt. Everything hurt.
I continued to stumble down the street when a door appeared on my left. It looked familiar, although I couldn’t figure out why, and there was no way I was going to stay standing if I lifted my head enough to read the sign.
Bells jingled as I opened the door and I cringed as the noise rattled around in my head. I managed to move forward and found a stool at the counter, propping myself up on it. There was a girl behind the counter staring at me. God only knew what she was thinking, but I didn’t care at the moment. I couldn’t really care about anything.
“Coffee, please,” I slurred.
Then I dropped my head on my arms resting on the counter. It felt good to put my head down and close my eyes. It made the spinning stop. But it didn’t make me feel better.
I heard some low murmurings, people were muttering too low for me to understand. I kept my eyes closed and focused on the beat of my heart to pull myself together. The beat of my broken heart. I was surprised it was actually still beating.
“Hey, uh…” The voice was louder than it had been. “Um, I’m really sorry, but we’re closed. You’re going to have to leave.”
Closed? It must be late. Wait, what time was it anyway?
I slowly lifted my head and pried my eyes open to look at her and really saw her for the first time. She had dark red hair that fell just below her shoulders and the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen. No, wait, they were gray. I squinted to try and decide. They were definitely gray. Those blue eyes didn’t belong to me anymore. Maybe they never had.
At that thought, I actually felt my heart break again and I struggled to focus on the girl in front of me, not the one who had just left me. Her gray eyes looked apprehensive…and sympathetic. I must look worse than I thought.
Using the counter for balance, I pushed myself up straighter and looked around.
“Where am I?” I asked.
She took a deep breath. “This is Ellie’s Bakery and Café. In Kensington, Massachusetts,” she added as an afterthought.
Ellie’s? Of all the bakeries in all the world, I had to walk into this one. This one always reminded me of her now, and the snow, and skating, and the last moments of innocence. It would never be just Ellie’s again.
“I shouldn’t be here,” I said quietly to myself. I looked back up at the hypnotizing gray eyes. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you…”
I managed to slide off the stool as its legs screeched against the wooden floor. The door clunked closed behind me as I winced and reached for the nearest lamppost to steady myself back out on the street.
I was a mess. I was worse than a mess, I was a fucking disaster. I guess when your girlfriend, your soul mate, and the love of your life are all one girl and you lose her, you become this.
So that’s my most exciting news, but in other news, I go back to school in two weeks. I actually don’t understand how summer goes by so fast. I wish March would learn how to move like that, it would be great not to spend so long in the blegh weather in a month with NO holidays, meaning no days off from school. If someone figures that out, let me know. I’m also about to start rehearsals for Avenue Q, which I’ll be choreographing starting in September. I’m trying to enjoy and soak up as much down time as I can before my life gets crazy again.
I’m currently at my in-law’s new house at the beach and loving being on vacation. I’m relaxing, drinking mimosas with my mother and sister-in-law, laying out in the sun, and reading a bunch. I can’t usually read and write at the same time, so I’m using this brief reprieve while the novella is being edited to get some reading done. I think I’m currently on my 10th book of the summer, which I have to say I’m pretty proud of. Right now, Jay Crownover owns my soul. The Point boys are pretty great, although the Marked Men will always be my favorite:-).