Purple Haze (Blue Dream Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Unknown
cash now on the honor system you'll split it in half with your roommate.”
Merrick holds up two fingers. “Scouts honor.”
My head tilts. “I have a hard time believing you were a scout.”
“Fine. Gear head's honor.” Once I smile, he sighs, “Seriously though? No furniture? What are you gonna sleep on?”
I whisper with a scrunch of my own face, “Floor.”
“Where's all your shit?” he bluntly asks. “I mean obviously this isn't the first place you've ever lived. Last place catch on fire or something?”
Choosing my next words requires a deep breath. My body tenses during the reply. “No. I broke up with someone and let him keep everything that wasn't mine. Figured a fresh start would be best.”
“I know all about fresh starts...” There's a short pause. “With all due respect though?”
I lift my eyebrows for him to continue.
“He's a fucking moron if he let you leave,” Merrick says sweetly. “You're a helluva boss, so I can only imagine you were a helluva girlfriend.”
Now if only that were true. As time has passed I've found myself wondering if maybe I didn't try hard enough. If I didn't do my part to make things work. Sometimes I wonder if I blame him for being distant so I don't have to take the responsibility of being distant myself. For being an independent person. For being too weak to face what was entombed inside of me. The substantial fact that part of me, an important part of me, may never let go of someone I'll never see again.
Shaking my head, I pull the cash out of my pocket. “You Merrick McCoy, are too charming for your own good.”
He winks and takes the money. “It's a McCoy thing. We all are.”
I remove my keys from my purse as I question, “There's more than one of you?”
His smile extends. “Three more. I just happen to be the youngest. Charming runs in our DNA.”
“That I don't doubt.” With a giggle I back up towards my car. “Stay out of trouble though. Moving truck is unlocked. Just turn the bottom lock on the front door when you're all finished.”
Merrick gives me a nod. “You got it.”
Turning around I take a few more steps and unlock the door as another vehicle pulls up to the curb across from Merrick's truck. Once I'm settled in my car, I take one more deep breath in hopes I can prepare myself for the day that lays ahead. I can do this. I want to do this. I want to put myself back in the driver's seat. Re-establish my self-reliance. After giving the key a turn, I pull off down the road, glancing in my rear view mirror to see Merrick shaking hands with what has to be his roommate. From a distance his face looks oddly familiar. However, chances of it actually being familiar are slim. The number of people I know from outside of the school are limited to my family now. Along the way any mutual friends Xander and I had lost touch with us or vice versa. Just one more thing I'll have to eventually invest time in. Though, if you ask me, one friend is plenty.
**
“What about this bedroom set?” My mother rushes away from me and points. “It says...sexy and single!”
Neither of those are messages I want to deliver. “It's um...it's modern.”
“Modern bedroom for a modern woman.”
In a whisper I plead, “Please stop using cliches.”
She playfully elbows me. “I'm trying to make this fun for you.”
“I know, mom,” I hopelessly sigh. This day has been anything but fun. Aggravating. Tedious. Obnoxious. The list of negative adjectives could run for miles with exhausting as its foundation. Between perplexing patterns and complex names for objects I would've just labeled table or dresser, it's obvious I haven't had to do this in years. Really ever. Most of the things in the apartment came with Xander or he picked out the new ones while I was working. This entire experience has me longing for the callous ease of having someone else around who
Merrick holds up two fingers. “Scouts honor.”
My head tilts. “I have a hard time believing you were a scout.”
“Fine. Gear head's honor.” Once I smile, he sighs, “Seriously though? No furniture? What are you gonna sleep on?”
I whisper with a scrunch of my own face, “Floor.”
“Where's all your shit?” he bluntly asks. “I mean obviously this isn't the first place you've ever lived. Last place catch on fire or something?”
Choosing my next words requires a deep breath. My body tenses during the reply. “No. I broke up with someone and let him keep everything that wasn't mine. Figured a fresh start would be best.”
“I know all about fresh starts...” There's a short pause. “With all due respect though?”
I lift my eyebrows for him to continue.
“He's a fucking moron if he let you leave,” Merrick says sweetly. “You're a helluva boss, so I can only imagine you were a helluva girlfriend.”
Now if only that were true. As time has passed I've found myself wondering if maybe I didn't try hard enough. If I didn't do my part to make things work. Sometimes I wonder if I blame him for being distant so I don't have to take the responsibility of being distant myself. For being an independent person. For being too weak to face what was entombed inside of me. The substantial fact that part of me, an important part of me, may never let go of someone I'll never see again.
Shaking my head, I pull the cash out of my pocket. “You Merrick McCoy, are too charming for your own good.”
He winks and takes the money. “It's a McCoy thing. We all are.”
I remove my keys from my purse as I question, “There's more than one of you?”
His smile extends. “Three more. I just happen to be the youngest. Charming runs in our DNA.”
“That I don't doubt.” With a giggle I back up towards my car. “Stay out of trouble though. Moving truck is unlocked. Just turn the bottom lock on the front door when you're all finished.”
Merrick gives me a nod. “You got it.”
Turning around I take a few more steps and unlock the door as another vehicle pulls up to the curb across from Merrick's truck. Once I'm settled in my car, I take one more deep breath in hopes I can prepare myself for the day that lays ahead. I can do this. I want to do this. I want to put myself back in the driver's seat. Re-establish my self-reliance. After giving the key a turn, I pull off down the road, glancing in my rear view mirror to see Merrick shaking hands with what has to be his roommate. From a distance his face looks oddly familiar. However, chances of it actually being familiar are slim. The number of people I know from outside of the school are limited to my family now. Along the way any mutual friends Xander and I had lost touch with us or vice versa. Just one more thing I'll have to eventually invest time in. Though, if you ask me, one friend is plenty.
**
“What about this bedroom set?” My mother rushes away from me and points. “It says...sexy and single!”
Neither of those are messages I want to deliver. “It's um...it's modern.”
“Modern bedroom for a modern woman.”
In a whisper I plead, “Please stop using cliches.”
She playfully elbows me. “I'm trying to make this fun for you.”
“I know, mom,” I hopelessly sigh. This day has been anything but fun. Aggravating. Tedious. Obnoxious. The list of negative adjectives could run for miles with exhausting as its foundation. Between perplexing patterns and complex names for objects I would've just labeled table or dresser, it's obvious I haven't had to do this in years. Really ever. Most of the things in the apartment came with Xander or he picked out the new ones while I was working. This entire experience has me longing for the callous ease of having someone else around who
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