Chapter 359 Responsibility
Early December sounded like it was still a ways off, but it was just next week.
For some reason, I had this gut feeling about Brad's new project. Didn't want him to take it, felt like I'd lose something 'cause of it.
So, I prayed it was just 'cause I hated Brad always ditching me for work; nothing to do with my stupid premonition. But I still felt uneasy.
Brad usually rolled in late. Countless times, I've tried to stay up just to see him, waiting for him to come back and hold me before I crash, but I always end up passing out before he gets home.
Finally, Brad came home early once. We kissed and hugged, but I still couldn't sleep, lying there afraid to move.
To avoid getting Brad all riled up, I quietly scooted back, keeping a two-fist distance from him.
Honestly, I knew this was torture for Brad. Every night, he slept with the girl he loved in his arms, yet he couldn't get it on. A few times, Brad almost gave in to his desire, but with my retreat, he was forced to take long, cold showers in the bathroom.
I was sure I loved Brad, the kind of love where I couldn't imagine being with anyone else in this life. I had also mustered the courage several times to make love to him. But every time it came to the crucial moment, I backed out, 'cause I was strictly taught by my parents to save my precious first time for my wedding day.
Plus, in all the novels I read, the main characters often hooked up before marriage, only to end up not staying together. The memory of their first time, once so precious, now felt awkward and tainted, a painful reminder of what was lost.
Mindy once said I was too uptight most of the time. Couldn't help it; that's just who I was.
Luckily, Brad got it and cared for me. He'd rather suffer himself than push me.
Today, Brad looked calm. Since I knew him so well, I could tell he was just holding back.
He was waiting, waiting for me to fall asleep so he could go to the bathroom to either take a cold shower or find another way to deal with it. Every time this happened, I felt like I owed him.
"Brad," I swallowed and tried to make conversation, "you're gonna be busy again next week. Are we still moving?"
I meant that if he got busy, he might not have time to come home. It wouldn't make sense for me to live alone in such a big house. It'd be better to stay here with Mia to keep me company.
Brad held my hand, playing with my fingers one by one. He raised an eyebrow and kissed my fingertips. "No matter how busy I am, I still gotta come home to sleep."
Brad's words made sense, which meant we definitely had to move.
I asked, "So when are we moving?"
Brad said, "In the next couple of days."
We'd soon be moving into the home that truly belonged to Brad and me; I was pretty stoked about it.
Brad set the moving date for three days later, which happened to be the weekend, so we could celebrate right away.
When Mia heard I was moving out, she cried a bunch but didn't try to stop me. She just kept asking me to visit her often and then cried again, making Yancy pace around all stressed out.
I didn't want to be drowning in Mia's tears all the time, so I promised her that I'd video call her every day and visit her whenever I had time. She finally wasn't as sad, but on the morning of the moving day, she still hugged me and cried like it was the end of the world.
Of course, there were folks who were stoked about Brad and me leaving; at least Yancy was genuinely pumped.
That day was December 2nd. Mia and I rocked some loose, comfy cotton clothes and hustled up and down the stairs moving stuff; we were panting but refusing to quit.
Brad had already hired a moving company, but Mia said the house was rented, and the so-called moving was just moving some clothes, shoes, and daily necessities. There weren't many things, and they weren't heavy. The four of us could handle it; no need to blow cash on movers.
Plus, the hustle and bustle of moving back and forth added to the moving vibe. Yancy and I were all in with Mia, so Brad had no choice but to roll with it.
There really weren't many things. Each of the four of us made two to three trips to move everything into Brad and Yancy's cars. Just as we were about to bounce, a bunch of students from school showed up, all hyped, saying they knew we were moving today and came to help and congratulate us.
After moving everything into the new place, everyone first toured the house's decor and layout, all amazed and complimenting my Crystal House. They said it was even more stunning than the school's Crystal House.
Time flew, and soon it was noon. Brad had already booked a restaurant. A group of us headed there, all pumped.
Brad had reserved a small hall that could fit two tables. Everyone happily found their seats, waiting for the meal to start. The boys, who had somehow found a deck of cards, were loudly playing an enthusiastic game.
Mia sat to my left, Yancy to Mia's left, and the seat to my right was Brad's. Brad was busy with some stuff and wasn't there yet.
Halfway through the meal, Adam and Daniel strolled in together.
I glanced at them, confused, not getting how the two of them had become buddies.
Daniel, being Brad's own brother, didn't show up when it was time to help with the move, yet he eagerly appeared at mealtime. How annoying.
The other table was already packed, so the two of them sat at our table, with Daniel almost directly across from me and Adam slightly off to the side.
But Adam didn't seem to care about the seating. As soon as he came in, he kept staring at me; he wanted to say something but hesitated several times, like he had something urgent to spill.
On this happy day, I didn't want Brad to get angry or jealous, so I straight-up ignored Adam.
After Brad gave a quick speech, everyone cheered and started eating. The room quickly got lively.
At two tables, half of the people were smoking, filling the room with a thick haze that made it hard to breathe.
I had eaten enough, so I put down my fork and told Brad I was stepping out for some fresh air.
I had just stood by the window at the end of the hallway when I saw two people standing at the corner not far away.
It was a guy and a girl. The guy was holding a phone, frowning deeply and speaking impatiently, "Can you stop being unreasonable? A breakup is a breakup. Asking these pointless questions is annoying. I didn't want to break up; you insisted on it. She's my good friend. Since she's sick, I can't just ignore her. Can you stop being so narrow-minded? She needs me. I can't just stand by and watch her suffer."
I couldn't help but sneer.
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