Remi and I have lived with Alexis for over a year now, and we learned pretty quickly that interrupting Alexis' yoga -- or pretty much anything else she did -- was a one way ticket to a barrage of Spanish swear words and Alexis lifting her hand like she was going to smack you around. Which, don't take that lightly, she'll totally hit you.
Anyway, I kinda feel like a burden after the girls took the news so well. I mean, I've never been able to pay what they can for our apartment-- Alexis instructs actual celebrities in yoga and Remi works for a high fashion magazine I can never remember the name of.
I tried to call Peyton to talk about it but that goes somewhere between, I-believe-abortion-should-be-legal and I-voted-for-Obama on the list of horrible conversations. I still remember her silence on the line:
"...Peyton? You there?" I was pacing like a mad woman, and chewing the sleeve of my sweater.
I could hear her suck in a breath before she responded. "Yeah-- so are you going to say yes?"
"It would be kinda cool I guess. Easier than packing up in the morning and wearing his shirt and a pair of boxers on the subway."
"Gross Harley." I could see Peyton wrinkle her nose in my head. "You know how I feel about living together before marriage."
"Maybe you missed the part where I said that I've slept over at his place already?" Furrowing my eyebrows, I leaned against the kitchen wall. "Besides, last I checked, Billy was born five months before your wedding."
Peyton got deathly quiet again, then sighed. "Harley do you like living like this? I mean, honestly, you don't even have a real job-- no family-- nothing.."
I snorted a laugh, shaking my head before I could even bring myself to answer. "And here I thought, you were my family."
Then I hung up the phone.
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