Memories of Us
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“Where are you taking me?”
“Pizza and Coke. Best hangover cure.”
We sit at a booth in Carl’s Pizza and I watch Jen chug her Coke and get a refill. Once the pizza arrives, she devours it within minutes.
“Better?” I laugh and finish off my slice.
“Grease, bread, and soda. Much better. Thanks, Liv.”
“Anything beats seeing you miserably hungover and not letting me work.”
“What are you working on?”
“I’m finishing a series of ads for Nashville General Hospital.”
“Wow. That’s a pretty big client.”
“It is, and it’s my first project with them. They need to be perfect.”
“They will be.”
I nod. “I’m also working on some smaller projects.”
“That’s great! Oh, remember that this Sunday is Country Fest!” She switches topics in excitement.
“How could I forget? Bri is going to meet us at the house. You need to be up early.” Country Fest is the music festival to attend. A full day of country music, drinking, and good times. This is when every music lover gets together and bonds over their love of music and Fireball. I’ve been going for years and Jen has come with me the last two years.
“I will, I will. Alarm clock is set.”
“Two days before. I’m impressed.”
“Yeah. Guess who’s playing!” I should be afraid of the twinkle in her eye. It’s mischievous. “Rebel Desire.”
“Cool.”
“I can’t wait to see Ryder up on stage. He’s been texting me constantly since we met.”
“You mean for a whole week? Major points for commitment. Text messaging.” I shake my head. What happened to phone calls and real conversation? Something more than, Hey babe. Send me a picture of your outfit. At least that’s what Nathan used to do when we were together. It probably should have been a sign that he was a first-class asshole. I still dated him.
“Don’t be mean. He’s actually a cool guy. What did you think about Cash? He’s hot, right? Did you check out his arms? Drool.” I laugh at Jen and close her mouth with my hand.
“He is good-looking.” I shrug it off with indifference. Truth is, the night I met them I couldn’t stop myself from opening my phone browser and googling all things Rebel Desire to learn more about Cash. From his arms to his hazel eyes, I stayed awake replaying his smirk and how he eyed my pajamas. Ugh, there’s no hope for me. Pajamas! At a bar in Downtown Nashville. No wonder the bouncer called out after me.
“Ready?” Jen asks.
“Um, yeah.” I shake all thoughts of Cash out of my head. We leave and I go back to working on the couch.
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Fabiola Francisco loves the simplicity—and kick—of scotch on the rocks. She follows Hemingway’s philosophy—write drunk, edit sober. She writes women’s fiction and contemporary romance, dipping her pen into new adult and young adult. Her moods guide her writing, taking her anywhere from sassy and sexy romances to dark and emotion-filled love stories.
Writing has always been a part of her life, penning her own life struggles as a form of therapy through poetry. She still stays true to her first love, poems, while weaving longer stories with strong heroines and honest heroes. She aims to get readers thinking about life and love while experiencing her characters’ journeys.
She is continuously creating stories as she daydreams. Her other loves are country music, exploring the outdoors, and reading.
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