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I decided to go with...

Amy:
Teddy! It was nice meeting you. Thank you for saving me from getting my head bashed in lol

      I sent that when I realized his text just was, My name is Theodore by the way, but friends call me Teddy:) He replied almost instantly as if he was waiting for me to respond to him.

Teddy:
anytime, wouldn't have wanted anything happening to that pretty face of yours.

Oh my God, I don't even know what to say back to that. I still am drunk and am still not fully convinced I am not imagining this entire encounter with him.

I press my hands into my eyes, needing to just be at home and in my bed already. I was planning on staying at Blaire's but texting this man makes me want to be cozied up in the comfort of my bed.

Amy:
Oh thanks hahaha

      I decide to reply. Then I realize how dry that is, and I'm afraid he won't text me back, so I start a new conversation.

Amy:
What we're in the city for tonight?

Amy:
fuck, typo... what were YOU in the city for tonight ***

      I let out a loud groan, resting my head back on the seat. This is going great already... not!

Teddy:
A birthday for my friend.
Teddy:
They wanted to keep going but I wasn't feeling it, It's a good thing I wasn't because I wouldn't have bumped into you again. We kind of were getting yelled at and I didn't have time to ask for your number the first time.

       I give into my drunken needs.

Amy:
you wanted to ask for my number the first time?

       I send, smiling down at my phone.

Teddy:
I did. I was kicking myself so hard for not leaving the line and asking for it right then... but I had to pee really bad😂😭 I also just didn't really want to come on too strong and scare you away.

"Get out," Ava says hurriedly. "I'm gonna hurl. We can't afford the Uber fees," she mumbles with one hand over her mouth so the other can shove me out the door. This plan is successful for her when she shoves me so hard that my phone goes out the door Charlotte opened for us.

I hear the crack before I see it. The second it hit the ground I heard the shatter. "No, no, no!" I gasp and pick it up. "Please be okay. Please be okay, I don't think I have insurance," I say and when I flip it around the screen is completely black, my Home Screen of my dog sleeping cuddled up next to me doesn't flash at me — my phone was on 57 percent. I hold the power on button and it does nothing. "I didn't save his number. I don't have a backup on my phone. He's going to think I'm ghosting!" I say frantically.

The Uber pulls away leaving me there to panic in the middle of the parking lot. I don't understand why things like this happen to me. The second I start to give in something, the second I get over the initial anxiety of the change of something new — it slaps me in the face reminding me to never step out of my comfort zone.  Bad things happen when you step out — hence the fact I could picture my entire life with this man since he asked for my number until our daughter's firstborn child, and poof he's out of my life for good.

"I'm so sorry," Ava groans. She's hunched over in a bush close to Blaire's house dry heaving. "I'll pay for it! I promise!" She cries out as Blaire holds her hair back.

Charlotte holds out a hand, frowning down at me. "Come on, Blaire has childcare ice cream in the fridge, want to watch the Hunger Games?" She says as I take her hand, letting her pull me up.

       "Catching fire?" I pout.

She crosses her arms over her chest as her eyes size me up. I bite back a laugh at her reaction. "What is with you never starting from the first movie?" She laughs, shoving my side. 

"It isn't my fault most sequels are better when it comes to three-part movie series. Catching Fire also is when Katniss realizes she loves Peeta and watching them fall in love is what I need right now."

She rolls her eyes but loops her arm around my shoulder pulling me into her as we both walk toward Blaire's apartment. "I'm sure he'll text you tomorrow to check in, he knows you were drinking. By then your phone will be fixed and it'll just be a waiting game at that point," she shrugs.

I sigh, knowing she's right. "I hope so," I decide to go with trusting fate. Not that I had a choice in the matter. If it's meant to be it will find it's way back to me.

        By the time we're all settled, I'm exhausted. I still feel drunk, and sad about the whole Teddy thing. Charlotte and me are sharing the sofa. We always do. Except this time, we're lying where both of our heads are meeting in the middle of the couch.

        I'm feeling such a strong pull to be closer to her right now. I have such a deep yearning in my gut, that isn't making sense right now. I blame it on being drunk, and when she puts The Hunger Games on and the flutter makes its way to my stomach because she kept her promise for me I don't question it, and when she lays her hand beside my pillow, I hold on, blaming it on the alcohol.