Adam&Audrey

Rule #8: When A Heart Breaks, No, It Don't Breakeven

Rule #8: When A Heart Breaks, No, It Don’t Breakeven

“Did you hear yet or do I have to take that mug away from you?”

May came over to stand beside me, her expression grim, clashing with her newly painted sunny nails she was holding out to dry. I turned the tap off, unclogging the drain and wiping my hands. Setting down the mug I had been holding, I turned to her and leaned against the sink.

“Okay, okay. Mug’s down. Now, did I hear what?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at her amusedly.

She scrutinized me, her darks eyes intense. “Clearly you haven’t heard,” she murmured. I huffed, leading her out to the dining table. Pulling out a chair, I pushed her down on it by her shoulders before sitting down across from her myself.

“So what is this news that I haven’t heard and you’re clearly dying to tell me?” I asked gently, propping myself up on one elbow.

May squirmed in her seat uncomfortably, avoiding my gaze. After a long pause, she finally blurted out, “Cody and Ink broke up. Again.”

I froze, stock-still for a moment before banging my head down on the table. “For the love of all that’s good and holy, when will they fuc –”

“That’s not all. Cody’s dating Nicole now.”

“– king stop this nonsense. Wait, excuse me, what did you just say?”

May bobbed her head sympathetically. “It’s true. Jay was absolutely livid when he saw Nicole rubbing her cheap skank self all over Cody during Jay’s shift at the mall last night. He’s the one who told me,” she said disgustedly.

I was quiet for a moment. “What about Ink?”

She shrugged one shoulder. “No clue. He’s not picking up his phone, not replying to texts, his boss at the music store downtown said he’s on sick leave.”

I looked wistfully at the movie tickets on the coffee table by the TV. I’d been hoping for a quiet Saturday night with Audrey at the movies watching Frozen; a cute kid’s movie to cheer her up. The last thing I wanted to do was deal with Cody son-of-a-person and his disaster of a life, goddammit.

“Let me guess. I’m going to have to tell Audrey? Without letting her know Cody’s gay so I don’t hurt his straight image?” I drawled out sarcastically, my eyes narrowed into slits.

May winced. “Hey, I’m just the messenger here; don’t take it out on me.”

I could honestly scream with frustration, or tear my hair out. Let’s be real, I don’t give a rat’s tail about what Cody does with his life and whoever the hell he decides to date is none of my freaking business, but the douche (and I really don’t mean the French term for taking a shower) means something to Audrey. And Audrey means everything to me.

He’d hurt her in the past, led her on again, and broke her heart without giving a reason. Son-of-a-person deserved to be left in a tank of piranhas with an axe stuck in his head. Or worse. Preferably worse.

“Alright, my dad’s calling,” May said, standing up and looking down at her phone. “I’ll see you at work on Monday. Take the weekend off.”

I absentmindedly said goodbye and she left, leaving me to my thoughts. After a while, I sighed and turned to my laptop, opening it and tapping out a random post off the top of my head. The writing helped me block out the world for just one moment, to take time away from it and its many stupid problems.

Finishing at record speed and updating the blog, I stopped to catch my breath and closed my eyes, wondering what to do next. An idea popped in my head, and focusing on the laptop screen again, I composed a quick chat to Sam.