eight - i'm tired of the games

This may be confusing, but there is two Mike's in this story, in case you were confused haha. I know it wasn't my best choice, but uh...it was in the moment, and I didn't look back. So yes, enjoy!

Seeing him was surreal, it felt like a dream. I was finally starting to get my life back on track, and he shows up. Now what was I supposed to do?

“Jules?” I was sitting on the floor of my best friend’s apartment, bawling my eyes out.

“What?” I huffed.

“What happened?” he asked kneeling down to my level.

“He’s here…in Montreal”

“What?”

“I saw him, right in front of my face Cams” I said, “What do I do now?”

He sat beside me and I just rested my head on his shoulder as his arm wrapped around me to keep me close to him. I couldn’t stop crying, I didn’t know what was coming over me.

“You know, I was finally starting to feel better, I was getting over him, and then he shows up, just like that…”

“I know” he said quietly, kissing the top of my head.

My head was spinning in a million different directions, I didn’t know what to do anymore. I didn’t know what to say. I looked up at Mike and his dark eyes were full of concern, he was so worried about me.

“Jules…”

“Yah?”

His lips suddenly brushed against mine and my heart stopped. I had to admit, at this point any kind of attention felt good, and his lips on mine…felt even better.

“Whoa…” I said quietly.

“Julie, I’m--”

“It’s okay” I said, “I think…”

“Really?”

He was just as confused as I was at this point.

“I don’t know what to think right now” I said, “But I need someone”

He just placed his lips on mine again, and I wouldn’t let him stop. This made me forget my encounter with Mike, this made me forget about all my problems, he made me forget about everything around me.

He didn’t stop at kissing, he went full out, and we did it, right there on his living room floor, and the entire world just stopped.

“Mike…?” I said pulling my shirt over my head.

“Yah?”

“Does this change everything?” I asked.

His eyes stared straight into mine, and I knew he wouldn’t lie to me.

“Julie, you know this changes everything” he sighed.

“Do you--” I heard my phone ringing and I grabbed it off the coffee table while I passed Mike his shirt, “Hello?”

“Hey Jules”

“Mike…hi. I told you I would--”

“I want to take you out tonight”

“What?”

“I…want to take you out”

“I told you I wasn’t ready right now Mike. I told you I needed time”

He just sighed, “I thought maybe--”

“Not tonight…maybe in a few days”

“Okay…I guess I’ll wait”

“Bye”

I hung up the phone and looked at Mike, my best friend. I just had sex with my best friend. Who has a girlfriend. Oh my, what the hell am I doing?

I jumped up and grabbed my jeans and put them on. He just looked up at me funny as he grabbed his own pants, “What’s wrong?”

“Jen…Jen, shit, I can’t believe I--Jen”

“Julie…”

“No, she was my friend, I just had…sex with my best friend, who is also my friend’s boyfriend, Mike…I…I’m such a mess” I sat down on the couch and stared at the wall, “I’m a mess…”

“Jules, it’s going to be fine”

“We have to tell her”

“No!” he said quickly, “we can’t…not right now”

“What if she--”

“Mike?” I heard Jen come in the door and my heart started racing. I couldn’t run now, I was practically living here. She would know something was up, how was I going to live with her?

“Hey” he said gently kissing her cheek.

“How are you Julie?” she asked with a smile.

I smiled back at her as best I could, “I’m alright…Mike’s here though…in Montreal”

“You saw him?” she replied setting her things down, “That must have been rough”

“It was…”

“You okay?” she asked.

I looked at Mike and then back at Jen. She was so sweet, and I had just done the most unimaginable thing to her. I stood up and grabbed my phone, “I need to take a walk, I’ll be back in a bit”

First I leave the love of my life to start over. Then, without warning, as I’m getting over him, he shows up. Then because I’m so distraught, confused and angry, I have sex with my best friend, who has a girlfriend, who is also my friend. I’m a horrible person.

I felt my phone vibrate as I walked out of the house.

“Julie, what happened between us…you can’t tell anyone”

“Fine” I responded.

“I’m sorry”

“Did it mean anything?”

“Let’s just talk about it later…”

I shoved my phone in my pocket and kept walking. I didn’t know how I was going to show my face in that house again after what I did. She took me in, I was her guest, and how do I repay her? I don’t think I need to say it again. This is just really bad.