It’ll be just as it had been for the last year; pretending the other doesn’t exist. Pretending I didn’t feel like bashing my head against a wall every time I heard Sophie’s voice.

Sounds like a super duper time!

The idea of actually trying to speak to him had been dashed the moment I decided not to return his text.

Why did I have to go and send that stupid message in the first place?

I had just resigned myself to the level of discomfort that I continuously felt in his presence. Now it would be so. Much. Worse.

Vivian finally came out of the bathroom and struck a pose in front of the mirror. She ran her hands down her sides while twisting her body left and right as she looked at her reflection.

“Damn Viv, are we hittin’ the clubs before dinner? Do I need to dig out my hoochie gear?” Riley asked blandly.

“Some of us like to look good for our man,” Vivian snipped, fluffing hair.

“And some of us wait to show off our lady bits until after the sun has set,” Riley responded.

“Ladies, ladies. Come on. Let’s just get over to the bar. The guys should be about finished.

“Let’s go then,” I said with pep in my voice.

Riley lifted her eyebrows in surprise. “Wow, someone’s excited to listen to sound check.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh snark, how I’ve missed you.”

I looped my arm with Riley’s and walked out into the hallway, Maysie and Vivian following us.

“How’s the job going?” I asked my friend as the four of us piled into the elevator and headed to the lobby.

“Long hours. Crap pay. It’s great actually,” Riley grinned and she meant it. She had graduated in the spring from grad school and was now working for one of the biggest newspapers in Boston. So yeah, I was a little bit jealous. I was happy for her most of all, but I could admit that I wished it were me working as a cutting edge reporter and not writing about people’s landscapes for a low budget magazine that sat at the back of the rack at the dentist’s office.

Riley and I had both interned at the Bakersville Times during our senior year and when I went off the rails I had pretty much tanked any possibility for a good job in journalism after graduation. So I shouldn’t be complaining about the Southern Gardens gig. It was better than nothing.

“How about you? How are the gardens in the south?” Riley asked.

“Full of flowers,” I replied blandly.

“I’d lose my mind writing about plants all the time,” Vivian added as the elevator doors opened and we piled out into the lobby.

“Eh, it’s not the worst thing in the world. Sure I’d rather be writing for a fashion magazine or be the next Dear Abby, but it’s something to hold me over until I finally land my dream job as a trapeze artist with the circus,” I remarked.

“It’s good to have goals,” Riley replied flippantly.

“I’ve been working on my portfolio, adding stuff to it. So maybe I can actually land myself a decent writing job,” I said with a whole lot of optimism that most days I didn’t feel.

“You know, I could always put in a word for you with Diane. Or if you wanted to, you could come up to Boston. I bet you I could get you a job, no problem. You’re talented. Way too talented to be schlepping it at that monthly rag,” Riley offered.

“Thanks, Ri. I really appreciate it. I do. But I want to get something on my own merit.”

Riley looked at me like I was nuts. “You do realize that in life it’s who you know as much as what you know, right? There’s no shame in me greasing the wheels.”

I gave her another loud, wet kiss on the cheek, which she promptly wiped off with a look of disgust. “If I find myself sucking old guys off in an alleyway for Raman Noodles money I promise to take you up on it. Until then, I’d like to keep doing things my way.”

We walked out of the hotel and waited while Maysie waved for a cab. “Dude, if you start sucking off old dudes in alleyways, you need more than an in for a newspaper job, sicko,” Riley shuddered.

I pulled on my wool gloves and hunched down in my puffy jacket. It was much colder than I thought it would be. Virginia was experiencing an unusually frigid winter with entirely too much snow. And judging by the sky it appeared we were in for another round of wintery weather. I just hoped it wouldn’t impact my escape on Sunday. I figured by then I’d be ready to make a run for it.

“I know it may seem like I’m not moving very fast, but for me, it’s fast enough,” I laughed. “Besides, lately I’ve been pretty busy trying to prove to my mom and dad that I’m capable of taking care of myself. That they no longer need to cut up my meat and read me a story at bedtime,” I sighed as I wedged myself between Maysie and Riley. Vivian sat up front with the driver and was playing with the radio. I could hear the driver telling her to leave it alone but she ignored him, finally leaving it on a pop station.

“Are they still trying to make you move home? They’re relentless,” Vivian piped up from the front seat.

“You betcha. It’s still a regular discussion. Well it’s more of an attempt at dictatorship than a legitimate conversation.”

“They must have gone to the same school of parenting as mine did,” Maysie commiserated.

“I know you guys all have your lives figured out. Riley is going to be the next Christine Amanpour. Vivian is organizing high-end events and Maysie is on her way to becoming the next great thing in band marketing. As for me, I’m cool just not having my mother pick out my clothes every morning,” I shrugged.

“The next Christine Amanpour, huh? I like the sound of that. Though if I can be Christine, you totally can be Barbara Walters,” Riley mused and grinned.

“Totally. Though pre-The View. Just so we’re clear,” I added.

“Absolutely. The View can suck a fat one!” Riley exclaimed.

“Hey, I like The View!” Vivian said from the front seat. Riley and I both rolled our eyes.

“Of course you do, Viv,” Riley patronized, leaning forward to pat her on the shoulder.

“We’re here!” Vivian announced from the front seat. Maysie leaned forward and paid the cab driver as the rest of us filed out.

“They’re playing here?” Riley asked, squinting in the late afternoon sunlight.

“It’s not so bad,” I remarked, grimacing.

“Uh, yeah it is,” Vivian exclaimed, her hands covering her mouth. “It’s a dive! Why are they playing in a place like this?”

Okay, they may be overreacting. A little. Because sure Dicky’s Roadside Bar looked like it belonged on Skid Row but it was well known in the indie rock scene for showcasing some of the best bands out there. It was smaller than their gigs had been in the past year, but it was still a big deal to play there.

“This is Dicky’s, guys. It looks scary, but its history in the rock scene is amazing,” Maysie reminded them.

“There’s the bus around the back,” Riley said, pointing to the tour bus parked underneath some trees.

We headed around the side of the bar and found Cole and Garrett walking into the building.

“Baby!” Vivian squealed, running towards them. Cole’s mouth stretched into a beaming smile and picked her up just as she reached him. Vivian’s legs wrapped around his waist and Cole’s hands buried into her thick hair.

“I missed you,” he murmured just before kissing her.

“Here we go,” Riley muttered chuckling. I had to look away from the overt display of affection. I tried to pretend the lump in my throat didn’t exist.

“Hey, you,” Garrett said, pulling on Riley’s belt loops. His eyes were bright as he too wrapped his arms around his girlfriend and kissed her like she was the air he breathed.

Maysie threaded her arm through mine and tugged me towards the back door. “Come on. Let’s leave ’em to it,” she suggested, taking pity on me.

“It’s a lot bigger than it looks outside,” I commented once we were inside. I looked around the dimly lit room and tried not to cringe. It was dingy and on the seedy side. It looked like something you’d find on a road somewhere in the middle of nowhere.