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Ok guys, I’m ½ way finished posting the new story. I’ve been posting a few chapters a day and when I get to 29, which is where I stopped writing, I’ll update it here. Thank you so much to all of you who have reread this story and to people who are reading for the first time. 😘
I’ll be posting every chapter of The Fantasy here as I edit them beginning tomorrow. Thanks to everyone who has read or will read in the future. 😘
For those who don’t know, this blog is being moved. The new blog is @letowritings and if you wish to continue reading my writings from here they will be posted there from now on. 😘❤️ if you have any questions or requests you can message me or @llfd1977.
Closer To The Edge
Chapter 96
We arrived home from New York three days ago, relieved to find that we hadn’t missed the birth of the twins. I was especially relieved, knowing how badly Jared wanted to be there for his big brother when chaos broke. Things had been calm for too long and after months of waiting, we were more than ready.
Jared and I easily slipped back into our daily routine, him working from home on a few different projects, and me splitting my time between Santa Monica and LA. It was unreal how well we were getting along. So well, that even Raven’s presence at Sophia’s baby shower yesterday couldn’t rile me. She behaved just as I expected her to, but instead of playing into it like I have in the past, I killed her with kindness. Her little game had come to an abrupt end, and with a frown on her face, she stuck like glue to Chloe for the rest of the afternoon.
The following night, Jared and I were on our way home from a romantic dinner, our usual Saturday night ritual, and I couldn’t quit smiling. Jared insisted on getting dressed up, and going to a very nice restaurant to make up for our missed date in New York. He appeared a little more flirty than normal, going out of his way to hold my hand and shower me with compliments all night. I mean, he was always sweet, but this evening he was just extremely attentive and I couldn’t help but wonder why.
“How about when we get home, I open a bottle of wine and you join me in the pool?” He pulled my hand up to his mouth, granting me a kiss before staring back at the road.
Grinning, I lay my head back against the head rest, just watching him. “I think that sounds perfect.” He gave me a quick squeeze and I felt my face redden with thoughts of how the rest of the night could possibly play out. All day long I could see that look in his eyes, the one he gets when I know he wants me, and all afternoon I made sure he knew that he could have me. Sadly, my husband was the master of patience and procrastination, and thoroughly enjoyed making me wait for it.
Within the truck was completely silent until we were almost home and then his phone rang. I lifted my brows in excitement. “Uh-oh.” Could this be it? The moment we had all been waiting nine months for?
Jared picked up the phone and grinned, sliding his finger across the screen and holding it to his ear. “Hey Em, what’s up?” I could hear Emma’s voice on the other end as they carried on a conversation about some paperwork Jared was supposed to sign.
He was still speaking to her as he drove up and parked at home. Listening to him tell her about our trip to New York, I opened the passenger side door and climbed out. Following behind him through the gate and then up to the door, I watched him take off his jacket and mouth, ‘I’m sorry’ to me.
“It’s okay.” I whispered, stepping out of my shoes and walking into the kitchen.
“Hang on a second Emma.” I heard him say as he entered the kitchen. Setting the phone down on the counter, he opened the refrigerator to retrieve the bottle of my favorite sangria. The clinking of glasses made me whirl around. He opened the bottle and poured two glasses, picking one up and giving it to me. “You run up and get changed, while I tie up this call and I’ll meet you out back in a few.” His arm slipped around my waist as he pulled me closer, planting a tender kiss on my lips. “I won’t be too long, I promise.”
Narrowing my eyes at him, I pointed my finger in his direction. “Don’t you dare keep me waiting.” I don’t care if he was being totally sincere, that adorable smile did things to me, made me feel things I couldn’t explain. With a quick nod, he went back to his call and I hurried upstairs, casually sipping on my wine.
Placing the nearly full glass down on the dresser, I took the red dress off, laying it on the bed and spinning around to stare at myself in the full length mirror. My eyes focused on my collarbone for a few moments before traveling down to my breasts. I turned sideways to stare at my profile, to study the way they protruded slightly from my rib cage. They seemed to spill out over the top of my bra, even though they were a little smaller than I preferred. The only thing I did like was the way the milky white flesh contrasted with the remainder of my tanned body. Regrettably, I quickly began to pick apart everything else I hated about myself. Sophia was blessed with a perfect physique and her boobs were even bigger now that she was pregnant. She and pretty much all of Jared’s friends were absolutely stunning and I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. Why was I always comparing myself to others? I could always get implants, but I was sure that Jared would argue with me over it. Curling my finger around a few strands of hair, I reached for the glass and took another sip.
My stomach was flat and I guess that was a plus, but what would I look like pregnant? I gazed straight ahead, gliding my tongue along the inside of my lip as my mind drifted and my hand rubbed over my childless womb. Turning, I lay the glass down again and roamed over to the closet to grab one of Jared’s T-shirts. Pulling it over my head, I snatched up one of the small, fluffy, decorated pillows from the bed and thrust it under the stretchy material of the shirt.
I laid a hand on top of my imaginary belly and turned to the side, examining the ridiculous bulge. I smiled, but no matter how strong I tried to push this fascination with wanting a child aside, it always seemed to come back full force. It hurt and deep down, I knew time was running out. I’d never wanted anything so badly in my life and I detested the way my body defied me. Would I ever bear his child? Would I ever get to experience all of the joys of pregnancy, like Sophia, or would that be just another thing to add to my list of inadequacies. “You know, you’ll be just as beautiful to me when you’re pregnant.”
“Oh God!” I could feel my heart thumping loudly in my chest when he spoke. Spinning around wildly, I was sure my face blushed bright red when I realized he had been leaning against the doorframe, watching me. This was so fucking embarrassing!
“Wow, I’ve never heard you utter that phrase in fear.” I was far too humiliated to even acknowledge him in his bathing suit moving toward me. Reaching under the shirt, he drew the pillow out and carelessly tossed it on the bed.
“This is so embarrassing.” I mumbled, wishing I could just crawl under the bed.
His eyes scanned me from head to toe and then strong arms enveloped me. He squeezed tighter and I let out the breath I’d been holding, allowing my body to melt into his. “Nah, it’s really not.”
Struggling to push aside the obvious humiliation from him catching me off guard, I felt sick. “Jared-“
“It’s fine.” He grasped both wrists, holding them down at my sides. “Listen, Monday morning I want you to make an appointment with that specialist. Let’s just do it.”
I thought I was going to hyperventilate right there. “Are you serious?”
A sincere expression registered on his face as his eyes stared into mine. “Would I do that to you, joke about something like this?”
“Thank you so much for doing this.” Somewhere in my blurry eyed response I’d missed him picking up my glass and turning us around. He was already in the process of backing me out of the bedroom.
“Baby, you can thank me all you want, in the pool.”
Of course the stupid links don’t work. 🙄 I’m sorry, I will try and get them moved to the new blog today.
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Where can i find chapters 24,25,26,27,28 of the perfect denial?
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It’s The Perfect Denial
Chapter 29
I stopped to pick up a coffee on my way to my nine am presentation and strangely, had been in a great mood all morning. Juggling my coffee, keys and phone in one hand, I opened my car door with the other. The chiming of my phone echoed as I slid behind the wheel and I smiled, knowing it was Jared. He promised to text when they arrived for their next show.
Dropping the keys in my lap, I sipped the scalding coffee before placing the cup into my newly clutter free console. I had been so proud of myself for eliminating unnecessary junk and people from my life. Ever since that day at the gym, I somehow managed to avoid Shannon and Dominique, and my relationship with Jared had improved greatly. I had my good days and bad ones, but as of lately, the good far outnumbered the bad. Nevertheless, I frowned when reading Jared’s message.
‘Just checked into the hotel, but I have no fucking idea what’s going on.. Shannon didn’t make the flight and he’s not responding to any of my texts. I’ve been on the phone for over an hour attempting to track him down. Hope your day is going better than mine. Talk soon.’
I flung the phone onto the seat next to me and shoved the key into the ignition. Sighing, I hated the obvious strain between Jared and Shannon and couldn’t help but feel it was partly my fault. They were talking, but it was business related only, and even though Jared steered clear of the subject, I knew better than to bring it up. I also knew that eventually this would probably result in a huge blow up.
It took me ten minutes to make the drive to my clients home to lay out my ideas. Sondra and I had known each other for many years and I’d done a few jobs for her in the past. She usually loved my ideas and I had been really excited for this job, but the more I thought about Jared’s text, the more distracted I became.
I parked my car and took a deep breath, grabbing what I would need, my laptop, accessory bag and coffee. I chucked my phone into the bag and stood there, tapping my foot against the asphalt, staring into the back seat and trying desperately to figure out if I was forgetting anything. When I was satisfied I wasn’t, I slammed the door shut and locked up before sauntering up to the security fence and pressing the call button.
Minutes later, I was sitting on the couch, showing Sondra images I created on my laptop. My 3D design was realistic and I was anxious to hear her thoughts.
She was especially cheerful, and loved my layout, however, there were a few minor adjustments made with the color scheme. She continued chatting long after offering me the job, but I lost interest somewhere between her telling me about her vacation villa in the Caymans, and the new hubby’s hideous ex wife.
Sondra was in her fifties, but appeared much younger than she really was. Tiny and petite, the feisty blonde inherited her fortune from husband number one, who dropped dead of a heart attack in 1990. She maintained her fantastic figure through the years and had no problem attracting husband number four, Derek. I glared at their wedding photo and knew he couldn’t be a day over thirty-five. It only took me a few minutes to realize that I’d seen his face plastered across a few billboards around town, offering his services as an injury attorney.
Giving an occasional nod, I concentrated my eyes on the massive television screen mounted to the wall just above the fireplace. Sondra was one of the nicest people I’d ever met, but her high pitched voice was starting to give me a migraine.
I took advantage of Sara’s phone call, using her as an excuse to escape Sondra, who followed me all the way out to my car. I assured her that I’d get started first thing Monday morning and wished her a good weekend as I slipped behind the wheel. As I drove away, I watched her disappear through the fence in my rear view mirror.
Arriving at the restaurant, I shot Jared a quick text before rushing inside. Sara and the girls were already there and I was thrilled to see how big her belly had grown. Between her family, and my chaotic life, it would be difficult to fit all of our catching up into a simple lunch date.
I immersed myself in the hour and a half with my bestie, savoring my Thai food, and smiling as I listened to her correcting Savannah. It was unbelievable how much the girls had changed since the last time I saw them. They looked older somehow and were beginning to look just like Sara. Somehow, observing Sara juggle them both with that belly made me realize just how differently our lives really were. She was a stay at home mom with baby number three on the way. I love my job and I’m head over heels for Jared, there’s just one problem, I also have feelings for another man, his older brother.
Since my breakup with Shannon, my brain shuffled through emotions faster than a kid flipping television channels. To think that at the start of my day, I felt comfortable and confident, but just like that day in Seattle, sitting in the back seat of a taxi and watching that family together, I watched Sara with her girls and couldn’t help but feel jealousy. I wondered if I’d ever have that. If I’d ever fully get over Shannon, or if Jared would even ever want those things with me?
Giving Sara a fake smile, I hugged her and the girls and we parted ways. I had to stop and pick up the supplies I’d need for Monday morning, but then it was back to the gym for my workout. By eight, I plopped on the couch to watch a little tv.
The next thing I knew, I was being startled by the ringing of my phone. Groaning, I pulled my face free of the leather cushion and sat all the way up. “Hey babe.” I grumbled into the phone.
“I’m sorry, did I wake you?”
I stretched my body and my lips curled into a smile, just hearing his deep voice. “It’s fine, I fell asleep on the couch. How was the show?”
The sigh came before he even spoke and I knew it wasn’t good news. “He finally responded by text, but only to tell me he wasn’t coming. Said he needed some time alone. I didn’t even find out until after the show when I spoke to mom that he broke it off with Dom.”
I pretended not to care, but deep down my heart still ached for him. Only the pain caused by a lover can wound so deep, cut you to the very core. Silently, I wondered if I’d ever be over him. “Oh, God, I’m sorry. Him bailing on you like that had to be awful for you guys. What did you tell everyone?” I got up and staggered to the kitchen, still feeling stiff from my uncomfortable night on the couch.
“I lied! Told them he was sick, but Jesus, he should have been there. I mean, what the fuck is he thinking? We have responsibilities! Some nights I don’t feel like going out there on stage, especially when I’m sick, but I have to, and he should too!” Letting out a deep breath, he took a few seconds to compose himself. “I’m sorry, I’m just frustrated.” I frowned, listening to his apology as I started my coffee.
“Jared, don’t apologize. You have every right to be angry.”
“I’m more hurt than anything else. He’s never done this before, just disappeared like this. I don’t know what’s gonna happen if he doesn’t show for the next one.”
“He’ll be there.” I don’t know who I was trying to convince, him or me. “Surely he wouldn’t leave you hanging like that. He may be a selfish jerk when it comes to women, but he loves you very much.”
He groaned, “I hope you’re right.”
I hoped I was too. “Of course I am.” Smiling, I put him on speaker, but grabbed my coffee mug from the cabinet.
“So, how was your thing, you know, your little meeting?”
I was relieved when he changed the subject. “It was great, same old Sondra. I’ve got to be at her house first thing Monday morning and it should be an easy job. I’m meeting another client this afternoon.”
“Well, aren’t you busy?” There was a genuine laugh.
Giggling, I took him off of speaker and held the phone to my ear as I carried it and the mug with me to the couch. “I’ll never be too busy for you.”
I was surprised when he continued talking long past his usual five to ten minutes.
He was more of a texting kind of guy, it was easier with his schedule I guess. I knew he was upset about Shannon, that much was obvious, and I only wished I could be there to comfort him.
When we finally hung up, I wasn’t expecting to hear from him until the next day, but just as I was climbing into bed, he called again. This time angry as hell, he explained that a photo surfaced of Shannon posing with a fan in Miami. I pulled the phone from my ear to view the photo Jared sent. What the hell was Shan thinking?
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by: @prettymisc .
No warnings.
After being laid off two weeks ago from my job due to downsizing I wallowed in self pity as I wandered our shared home alone. Jared had called last night basically demanded that I snap out of my self inflicted isolation and join them on the road. He was right, of course, nothing was holding me to stay in LA now, “just come and be with me for a bit, I really miss you, baby” his words echoed through my head again as I could almost see his pouted lips over the phone last night.
I looked around the room, it looked like a hurricane had ransacked it in my haste to get packed for this last minute trip. I had no idea what to pack for summer time in Europe and then possibly Latin America, if I stayed out that long with him. I had been out a few times before with him and the band so I knew I had to pack light.
I remember he asked for his crocs and his black and white checked Vans (I knew better than to question any of his style picks, somehow it almost always worked for him). Going to the closet I grabbed his shoes and a couple of pairs for myself. Dropping the footwear in my bags I went to the bathroom to get the last of my personal items and decided I had packed what was hopefully all I needed.
My phone dinged alerting me that my Uber was about to arrive so I took the bags and purse and went out front to wait.
It was a quick car ride to LAX as it was midday and not many cars in the road. I checked my bags and made may way to the gate to await my flight. It would be a long trip, stopping in New York and then London before switching planes to get to Sweden. If everything went as planned I would get to Stockholm one Jared’s day off so we would actually get to spend a little time together.
The flights through New York and on ti London were uneventful. As I deboarded in London I noticed the dark clouds above me although cloudy and misting in England was often the norm the clouds had me a bit worried, or maybe it was just my mood playing up the darkness as I still felt upset over the last couple of weeks.
I stopped in a restroom to freshen up and decided to try to lighten my mood before getting to see Jared. I washed my faced and redid my make-up before heading out to find some food before the final leg of my trip.
After grabbing some tea and fruit I walked over to my departure gate only to find my flight had been delayed due to some storms along the way. Just great! I guess those clouds were telling me something after all. I dug through my purse to call Jared. Three rings later, I was surprised when he picked up. “Hey babe, how is your trip going? Shouldn’t you be boarding about now for Sweden?”, he questioned.
“Yeah, well, my flight is delayed due to storms for about an hour,” I answered cautiously. I knew Jared hated when his plans didn’t go his way. “But hopefully it will get cleared up and I will be on my way! I can’t wait to see you, J!”
“Hmm, I am glad I have to day off so I can still pick you up. Just let me know your new arrival time and the car and I will be outside waiting for you. I can’t wait to see you too, and hold you in my arms, and other stuff I can’t say since Shannon just walked in,” he replied with a chuckle, surprising me again with how upbeat he was being.
“I will text you as soon as I know for sure, see you very soon!” I hung up as he said his good byes and sat down to wait out my delay.
An hour and a half later I was finally back in the air on my way to Sweden and Jared. I out my earbuds in and turned my ipod to some music and relaxed for the rest of my trip.
***a little thing for the transportation prompt which continues from my last submission. Who knows maybe I am a writer yet.😁😎😉
Closer To The Edge
Chapter 95
The last minute radio interview in New York caught me totally off guard, especially with Shannon at home on baby watch and Tomo sick with the flu. Jared was ultimately responsible for any band appearances or scheduled events, and deep down I knew that he’d fulfill all obligations at any price, even if that meant potentially missing the birth of Nathan and Noah.
Connie promised to call if Sophia went into labor and we’d try to make it back as soon as we could. I knew Jared felt guilty and really wanted to be there to support his big brother, but as usual, for him business came first.
We arrived in the Big Apple before the sun had even come up, and I was lucky enough to listen in as Jared pieced together a new song that had become his latest obsession while I got ready to go. Jared would soon be off to his interview and I was excited to spend the day with my best friend.
As he sat there, staring out the window, his voice echoed through the suite and I tried to hum along. He was blessed with such an amazing vocal range. It shifted from high to low with ease, and his rich, deep tone, filled our suite with inspiring lyrics. I always felt like the luckiest woman in the world to be married to someone so fucking talented. “You like that?” He asked into the mic as he gazed at me from across the room.
“Are you kidding? That sounds perfect, I love the alterations you’ve made, it’s so much smoother now.” I slipped my feet into the old comfortable pair of shoes and grabbed the bottle of hand sanitizer from the table, squirting a small amount into my palm and furiously rubbing my hands together. “Are you gonna get ready babe, it’s almost time to go?” Jared was usually all about business, following schedules and showing up on time for appointments, but this morning he seemed so relaxed and in no rush to leave. He stood up and dropped the mic on a nearby chair before sauntering over to me. Raising an eyebrow, I looked down at my white tank underneath the unbuttoned flannel and black leggings. My eyes shifted to Jared’s mismatched ensemble and I tilted my head in a questioning manner.
Giving himself a quick once over, he smirked. “Oh, I recognize that look, but calm down little miss sophisticated, it’s just a radio interview, remember? I’m just gonna put my shoes on and I’m ready to go.”
Giggling, I whirled around and walked over to the mirror. I ran my fingers through my hair one last time. The fedora seemed to be a permanent component of his wardrobe these days, not that I minded, Jared looked fantastic in anything, but I couldn’t decide if he truly wanted to wear it, or he was just too lazy to do something with that crazy head of hair. It was getting longer and I surely didn’t mind twirling my fingers around it as I drifted off to sleep.
We exited the hotel and slipped into the back seat of the car that would be dropping me off to Liv and him off at the radio station. “So, after the interview, I’m meeting up with Terry for lunch. Do you think you’ll be ready to go by four? I’d like to take you out tonight, you know, to a nice, classy restaurant, remember, it’s my turn to pick.”
I tried not to laugh, recognizing he was one hundred percent done with me always choosing these laid back, hole in the wall type places. “Sure, as long as you promise not to wear this hat.” I snatched it from his head and put it on mine.
“Are you sick of it?” He inquired with a devilish grin. “Good, then I’ll have to keep wearing it.” Jared pulled the hat off my head as his warm lips softly caressed mine. Holding the hat in front of us, he blocked the drivers view of our private moment and parted my lips with his tongue. I could still pick up a trace of cinnamon from the gum he had been chewing earlier as I tilted my head to the side, deepening the gentle kiss, not wanting it to end. Tangling my fingers into his sheer black shirt, I could feel the corner of his lips curling into a smile as he finally pulled his mouth from mine.
He simply stared at me while brushing a few strands of hair back. No words were spoken, but a story worthy of one was conveyed in his eyes. Would we ever not be this way, so ardent and affectionate with each other? I hated fighting with him and so far, each time we held an argument it was my fault. I lived for little moments like these, galaxies away from silly spats like the one that took place in his truck last week over some stupid cupcakes.
The car eventually came to a stop and I was stunned when he got out to walk along the sidewalk with me. “You coming in?” I asked, staring at the new sign on the front of the building.
Giving me a quizzical look, he chuckled. “You know I’m getting a cookie, right?”
“This isn’t my business anymore Jared.” He couldn’t walk in and simply help himself like he used to.
He aimed his finger at me as we neared the door. “It’s all good, Olivia and I have an agreement.”
“What agreement?” He disregarded my question and I stared vacantly at him, but he just stood there holding the door open for me. Olivia made a lot of changes and the place was almost unrecognizable to me. However, the old fashioned bell was still at the top of the door, greeting customers as they came in and exited. Linkin Park played quietly in the background and Maddie beamed with excitement while waiting on a customer.
Strong emotions hit me hard when the powerful and intoxicating smell of baked goods invaded my nostrils. I couldn’t help but tear up, thinking of the hours I’d put in that place, building up the clientele. “Mia! Jared!” Olivia’s heels clicked on the floors as she rushed around the front of the counter to hug us. “It’s so great to see you guys.” She laced her fingers with mine and held my arms, scanning me from top to bottom. “Oh my God Mia, you look so good! I see he’s taking excellent care of you.” She turned to Jared. “I think I’ll let you live Jared.” She squeezed my hands a little tighter. “Shit, I’m gonna cry!” Everything was so different now, my life and hers. “Just tell Maddie whatever you want Jared, she’ll get it for you.”
I shook my head, watching him take his time trying to decide which sugary treat he wanted. He settled on an Apple turnover and Olivia was busy showing me the changes she made while Jared chatted with Maddie.
My husband stepped closer, tugging on the back of my hair and leaning in to plant a kiss along my lips. “You ladies have a fun day and I’ll see you at four.”
Liv leaned in as we watched Jared walk out the door. “Jesus your man has the nicest butt I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”
“It really is perfect, isn’t it?” I bit my lip, watching him until he got into the car and it pulled away. I knew his little butt was perfect, I didn’t need anyone telling me.
She giggled as she nudged me with her elbow and motioned for me to follow her behind the counter. “Good to see you Maddie.”
“You too.” Maddie was always pretty quiet, but definitely an excellent employee, and I enjoyed the fact that she wasn’t one of these star struck twenty year olds that tried to cling to Jared when seeing him. “You like living in LA better than here?”
“It’s nice, but I don’t know if I like it better, I just can’t be without him.” I had given Maddie most of the furniture in my apartment when I moved. It was just her and her boyfriend and they didn’t have much starting out, so, I was glad to help.
The echoing of the little bell alerted us of a customer entering. “Olivia’s been talking about your visit all morning. Great to have you back, even if just for a day.”
“Thanks.” I watched her spin around and wait on a man picking up a cake. I had to admit, Liv did a wonderful job with everything. The place was immaculate and extremely well organized, complete with brand new sheet pan racks and shelving. “Goddam, it looks great in here!”
“I had a great deal of help Mia, this didn’t happen over night. Brenda gave us some money and I put it to good use.” She sat behind the desk and adjusted the papers in front of her.
“Oh? How is Mrs Brenda?” My best friend was constantly complaining about her pain in the ass mother in law, but they appeared to be on better terms now.
“Eh, she’s still annoying sometimes, but she’s good about helping out when needed.” We stayed in Olivia’s office just catching up, and of course, listening to Jared’s radio interview. It was almost as if I’d never left. Eventually we made it down to the little cafe I used to frequent for a quick bite to eat.
Time seemed to fly by and I was stunned to see the bakery fill up with customers, so many in fact, they were overflowing outside. It took me a few minutes to realize that they were all young girls and they certainly weren’t there for the goodies. “Alright, what’s going on?”
She crinkled her nose. “Well, he volunteered to take photos with some fans.”
This actually didn’t surprise me and in true Jared fashion, he showed up ten minutes late. Still wearing the hat, he winked when we made eye contact. I stood back watching until I became the assigned photographer for his impromptu meet and greet. So much for our night out…
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