by Liza Walter

I sat watching pizza grease drip off Deb’s chin.

“Come on, so what else happened? Did he ever come back that night? You take forever to finish a story!” Deb complained.

“No, that’s it Debbie Downer.”

“You know I hate that.” She pointed her pizza at me like a weapon.

“Anyway, that’s it. If fate wants us together, we’ll meet again. I believe in destiny.” What Deb didn’t know was that I scoured Facebook and Twitter and all of Google trying to find him. No luck.

“WAIT!” Deb dropped her pizza in the box on my coffee table and sat on her legs. “Tall Trevor with jet black hair? Sober? O-M-G!”

“You know I hate that.”

“Seriously. I know of him! His name is Trevor Charles. He’s dating that hair stylist we went to high school with. You know, the one who sounds like Marisa Tomei from My Cousin Vinny?”

“No way. Deb, he came over to ME. Why would a man who’s attached do that?” As I asked, I realized how naive I sounded.

“Because men suck!” Deb spat.

“What happened to Jeff? I thought we were wedding planning? Now men suck? Did he turn into a one night stand?”

“Not a one NIGHT STAND! More like a dresser you buy from IKEA. You go into the store very excited to buy furniture, and when you get home you open the box and realize you don’t understand the instructions. You try to put it together blind, and when it’s complete, it’s a mess. We’re a mess of a couple.”

I moved over on the couch to give Deb a hug. It’s rare for her to show any type of emotion and I had to take advantage. She needed a friend.

“You know I love you, right?” I asked her.

“Yes, right back at you. But I’m going to go home. I suddenly feel like I want to be alone. Don’t forget what I said about Trevor, okay? Just be careful.” She gave me a kiss on the cheek and walked out.

The minute I heard the elevator doors shut, I opened my laptop and went straight to Facebook to type in Trevor Charles. There he was. The most gorgeous man I had ever seen. The most gorgeous man standing next to the girl I went to high school with. In a relationship. O-M-G.

The Art of Life and Love is a weekly flash fiction series by Liza Walter. You can read the story from the beginning here.

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