Two days have passed and Bernie is actually starting to bounce back. HUGE shock. Usually it takes weeks for Bernie to even begin to get better. But that's great for me though. Since he's in a better mood maybe I can actually tell him where I'm going instead of lying to his face. He hasn't left my side once since Tuesday. He even went to Club Hercules with me for my shift. I expected him to just sit there and sulk like a sad little puppy but he actually seemed to have a good time. He got up and danced, laughed, and flirted the whole night through. (And that's without alcohol) So it's a big surprise to me that he's taking the breakup so well.
I walk into the living room where Bernie is lying on the couch.
"Bernie?" I ask
"Yeah, babe wassup?" He says
"I'm going out now. I'll be back later." I say as I take a few slow steps to the door hoping for him to not question me about it.
"Well, where are you going? Hercules? If so, I'm coming too! Bernie is ready to party all the time!" He says.
"No, I'm not going to Hercules."
"Oh, Maisonette? Well, I'm coming anyway. Straight men are still nice to look at. I'm sure I could turn a few-"
"-No, not Maisonette and you can't come. I'm going on a date." I interrupt. Bernie stares at me in betrayal and shock for a moment.
"WHAT!? How come you didn't tell me before? When did you plan this? Who's the guy?" He shouts.
-I sigh- "His name is Luis. We work together and he asked me Tuesday night to go out to lunch with him. I didn't tell you because you were grieving and I didn't want to upset you more."
"Well you have upset me anyway! I hope you have fun with your DAAATTTEEE!" He says in a mocking tone as he runs to his bedroom and slams the door.
Well, this could have gone alot better...I would have tried to talk to him and calm him down but I heard a knock at the door. I answer the door and it's Luis.
"Hey gorgeous, what's wrong?"
I guess he could sense my discontent from the mini argument I just had with Bernie. He always reads me like a book. I find that extremely attractive.
"Oh, nothing. It's just my roommate. He's...having a bad day. Shall we go?" I ask.
"Sure, let's go." He says.
He opens the car door for me on my side as I get in and closes it. What a gentleman. He then gets in and we go.
"I didn't know you had a roommate." He says.
"Yeah my GBF Bernie. We've lived together for about a year or two now."
"Gay best friend." I say.
"Ah, I see...So, can I ask you something Layla?"
"Sure, what is it?"
"Well, it's more of a favor and I hate to ask you this but I really don't have much of a choice because my sanity is at stake here."
"It's okay Luis...just ask me."
"Okay, so Tony has gotten me into a bit of a rut. Do you know Gracie? Gracie Ancelotti?"
"Tony introduced us and now Gracie has taken a liking to me and will not leave me alone. She's always calling me, which by the way, I have no idea how she got my number. She tells everyone that I'm her boyfriend and that we're soul mates and that we are meant to be together and all this BS."
"Wow, psycho much?"
"I know. So I was wondering maybe you could be my 'pretend' girlfriend next time I have to go to the club or Tony's place and she's there, just to get her off my back, you know? Scare her off?"
-I chuckle- "Well, I don't know if I could 'scare' her but I guess I could try. Gracie has always had her stalkish ways about her with all of her ex-boyfriends. I always felt bad for them."
"Thanks Layla, you're a lifesaver."
"It's no problem." I say.
We finally arrive to the Superstar Cafe. As we walk in one of my favorite songs are playing. "Walking on the Sun" by Smashmouth.
"I love this song!" I say.
But a few seconds later I remember that this was always Bernie and I's song. The regret and guilt of leaving Bernie starts to fill my mind. But I can't let this ruin my first date in forever. It's time for me to get back in the game. The dating game. Then I look up at Luis from the table and he smiles at me. The butterfly feeling in my stomach sets guilty feelings start to fade away and I'm having a great time with Luis. I suddenly forget why I was upset in the first place. For the first time in a long time, I'm happy.