"This is a stupid idea..." I murmured to myself as I stared out the window of Bee's car.
She scoffed, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. "Well gee Carter, you could have said that before we were already over halfway there."
I didn't say anything, because she had a point. The two of us were in her silver SUV on the way to Kingsville, only half an hour away now. We had bags packed, planning to stay for at least two days. She was going to stay with Zayn, and I was going to crash at Emma's if they decided they wanted 'alone' time. Which meant they were going to frickle frackle and I didn't want to be anywhere in the vicinity when that happened.
"He's going to be so pissed when he sees me." I spoke mostly to myself. "He told me to leave and never come back, Bee. Gah, you should've seen the look on his face. It's like I was dead to him."
"Because you didn't apologize you goof! Just tell him how sorry you are for what you did, and then move on. You have to get some closure if you're ever going to move on with your life."
I didn't say anything for a moment, watching the scenery as we sped down the freeway.
"That's just it." I said, barely above a whisper. "I don't know how I'm supposed to move on without him."
Once we finally arrived in Kingsville, said our hellos and dropped off our bags at Zayn and Louis' shared apartment, I not-so-politely excused myself from Zayn and Bee's canoodling to go to the restaurant and visit. I hadn't told Bill about this trip, so I was hoping to surprise him.
Since the restaurant was only two blocks away from Zayn's place, I walked. It was a nice day out, but there was supposed to be a storm rolling in later in the afternoon.
The bell above the front door to The Blue Eagle rang as I stepped in, and I couldn't help but smile. Waitressing wasn't exactly a 'fun' job, but I had loved working at this place.
"Carter!" I heard Emma squeal, running around from behind the front counter to me. I laughed as the bubbly brunette hugged me, wrapping my own arms around her as well.
"Oh my gosh it's been like fifty years since I last saw you!" She exclaimed, punching me on the shoulder.
"First of all, ouch." I rubbed the sore spot on my arm. "Second of all, it's only been a couple months."
"A couple months too long." She muttered, sitting down at an empty booth, gesturing for me to do the same.
"Shouldn't you be working?" I laughed.
"Oh please, ever since you left I've been Bill's favorite, I can do whatever I want. So tell me, what's the point of this trip? I know you're not just here to see me." She waggled her eyebrows.
I chuckled, looking down at my hands and fidgeting. "Oh you know, Bee wanted to see Zayn for the weekend, and I just tagged along."
"It doesn't have anything to do with a certain someone we know?" She provoked, eyebrows raised at me.
I sighed, putting my head in my hands. "I'm so fucked up Emma. I miss the hell out of him, and I'm stuck in this rut now. You know I never even apologized to him?"
"And then I can't even - ...wait, what? How do you know?"
"Because he told me."
I blanched, staring at her in disbelief. "What? He told you? When? How?"
Emma laughed at my rambling, cutting me off with a wave of her hand. "Woah, chill out. Liam has sort of become a part of our group the past couple months. He and Niall both, actually. I managed to make him talk about you at one point, and he told me you never showed any remorse for leaving. It really hurt him."