Here We Go Again || Sequel to Daddy

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This chapter is dedicated to my dog

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It's been a week since I went to go see Patrick, and every time I thought back to that moment it felt so surreal. Like a dream. I felt guilty for going, to be honest. Because since I saw him I couldn't stop thinking about him, seeing him again made me realize just how much I really liked him.

But then I remembered Mikey and guilt filled me. I'm engaged to him, so I shouldn't be thinking about another man like I think about Patrick. But I couldn't help it, I've been so obsessed with him for so many years. It was hard to just stop. He was the first person I ever loved, which meant there was a special place in my heart for him.

But it was the opposite for him. I was just one of the many people he dated. I was just a fling, someone that could be forgotten. It made me sad to think about, but in the end it shouldn't matter, we both moved on. I actually regret going to see him, I don't even know what the fuck I thought I'd get out of it.

I sighed and leaned my head back as I sat in my office chair. "You okay, boss?"  I looked at the doorway, seeing one of my employees standing there with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah Char, I'm good." I said to the blue haired boy before I stood up and stretched. "How's it going out there?" I asked, changing the subject.

"It's good, a bunch of college students just came in. So we're pretty full." Charles said, walking out of my office as I followed him to the café down the metal spiral staircase. As we got to the bottom I noticed multiple people at the tables scattered around the café area, textbooks and laptops on each of them.

After I had gotten my degree in business I decided to open up a café slash bookstore slash record shop. It was basically a chill place for people to study or have a quiet environment. I had started it with Frank, and the help of his rich dad. Which I was thankful for, if he didn't offer to help us then Frank and I wouldn't of been able to do all of this.

The café itself was a fairly large building. It was pressed between some hipster boba tea place and a place where you could buy neon lights in literally every shape; their store sign was a fucking fish. I went there a while back and asked them to make us a neon light shaped like a laptop, but I guess the person misheard me because when I picked it up it was shaped like a damn crop top.

I still hung it up on the wall by the 'study area'. Frank had thought it was fucking hilarious when people kept asking why we had of all things a crop top light, so he got a plaque made explaining how we got it. He hung it up under the light, and since then we haven't gotten any more questions.

The way the place was laid out was that when you first walked in it would be a café to your right, and right across from that would be a large area filled with different shapes tables and desks for people to eat or study at. If you walked past all of that there'd be a metal spiral staircase that would lead to the washrooms, my office, Frank's office, and the employee room.

And if you went past that there'd be an arch way that led into a bookstore that also sold records and CDs. The whole place overall was just really great for young people that needed to get work done. There were textbooks that were free to rent, free coffee for students during finals, and best of all; free wifi.

I really wish I had a place like this growing up, but all I had was my bedroom where my mom would constantly come in to check up on me to see if I was doing my work or if I was on YouTube. And it was usually the latter if I'm being honest. I've seen kids do more studying here in one day than  I ever did in a week.