My Girl's Sister
It was ten o'clock in one of the most popular nightclubs in Graceland, Haven. Haven was the place to be for everyone looking for a good time. The name quite literally spoke for itself. No one had a bad word to say about it, not even the girl who made the nightclub so popular in the first place. That girl was Libby Austin. In her spare time, Libby was a writer for Graceland's newspaper with her own column called 'the best and worst places to go in Graceland' and everyone in town read it. Any time people wanted to go somewhere in Graceland, they just read her column and trusted her judgement and her judgement was always right. Unfortunately, she remained anonymous and never let anyone know who she was, except for her sisters Pamela and Tamera. They both were on the dance floor as Libby was sat a few feet away. Tamera and Pamela constantly danced in Haven, while Libby always sat on the side lines watching every male attempt to flirt with them and dance with them.
Soon enough, Tamera and Pamela moved off the dance floor and to the bar for a drink.
"Hey girls" a man behind the bar shouted over the music at them.
"Hey Sal, how's it going?" Tamera asked.
"It's going good. Hey, do you think tonight is the night?"
"What's that?" Pamela wondered.
"Anonymous. You think whoever it is will be here tonight?"
Glancing at each other, they both shrugged in response.
"Maybe whoever it is is already here" Tamera said trying to cheer him up.
"If that were true, whoever it is would be sitting in my special booth right now. Anyway it doesn't matter, maybe tomorrow night."
"Here's your usual girls and one for your sister to get her to loosen up" he said as he placed two mojito's and a shot of Sambuca on the bar.
"Thanks Sal, see you later" they both said in unison and made their way over to Libby.
"Hey Libs, what are ya doing?" Tamera questioned before taking a sip of her mojito.
"Cringing watching you two grind up against guys. I'm your sister I shouldn't have to see that shit" she replied.
"We weren't that bad" Pamela chimed in.
"Please, it looked like you were giving them a lap dance" Libby shot back.
"We were just trying to have some fun, you should try it sometime" Pamela mentioned.
"No thanks, but maybe you should make sure they tip you before you start taking off your clothes" Libby quipped.
"You can be a real bitch sometimes, you know that?" Pamela pointed out.
"Yeah, but you love me though."
"Only because I have to. Now, I'm going to get back to that guy over there. I'm going to get up all in his face and he's going to like it. Are you coming Tamera?" Pamela decided.
"In a minute" she replied. Pamela left to the dance floor, leaving Libby smiling at her forwardness.
"She is something else" she muttered as she turned towards Tamera.
"Here" Tamera said as she held out the shot for her to take from her grasp.
"A shot, you know usually something you chug down for fun."
"You know I don't drink anymore" Libby reminded her.
"Oh come on, one shot isn't going to kill you. Besides it's from Sal, he wants you to loosen the fuck up. We all do" Tamera revealed. Still not taking the shot from her hand, Tamera sighed and chugged it down instead.
"There, happy now?"
"Ecstatic" Libby answered with a smile on her face.
"By the way, Sal was asking about you again" Tamera mentioned. With a sigh, Libby looked up at Sal with sympathy.
"I don't know why you don't just tell him."
"I never tell anyone who I am, you know that" Libby argued.
"I know, it's just I feel so sorry for him. He stares at that booth all night waiting for you to show up. He's desperate to meet the person who made his club such a success."
"I know I just…"
"Don't want anyone knowing. I know" Tamera interrupted finishing her sentence.
"Ok I'm going to get back on that dance floor and get my groove on" Tamera stated.
"And that would be my cue to leave" Libby added.
"Are you sure?"
"Definitely, if I'm here any longer I think I'm going to see something that's never going to be erased from my memory" Libby joked.
"Ok see you when we get home."
"That's if you get home."
"Hey I heard that" Tamera said with her finger pointed at her as a warning. She laughed as Tamera walked away and joined Pamela on the dance floor.
As she shook her head watching her sisters do the worst dance moves they have done to date, Libby's eyes spotted Sal looking at the booth made for her again. Sighing, she grabbed her bag and went over to the end of the bar where Sal stood.
"Hey Sal" Libby yelled so he could hear her.
"Hey Libby, you alright?" he yelled back.
"I'm great, you?"
"I'm good. Did you enjoy the shot I gave you?" he wondered.
"I don't drink anymore."
"I know, I just thought you could relax and have some fun."
"Like my sisters you mean?" she said as they both turned to see them dancing with a dozen of men, yet again.
"Maybe not that much fun, but some form of it might be good."
"I don't know maybe tomorrow. Anyway, I better go before I see something that might scar me for life."
"Good idea" he agreed.
"See you tomorrow" she said and made her way towards the exit.
She was nearly near the exit when suddenly, a guy bumped into her causing her to drop the contents of her bag all over the floor.
"Hey!" she called out to him as he continued walking and ignored her.
"Jerk" she muttered under her breath and knelt down putting all her stuff back in her bag. As she reached out to grab her hairbrush, a man's shoe stepped on her hand and she howled in pain. Removing her hand, she shot up from the floor and caressed her hand.
"Hey that's my hand you are crushing" she yelled at the man who accompanied the shoes.
"Oh god I'm so sorry. Are you ok?" he worried.
"What do you think? Maybe I should step on your hand and you tell me how it feels" she shot back.
"Are you always like this when someone is trying to apologize?"
"It's just I get kind of testy when people treat me like I'm invisible" she explained.
"Kind of?" he muttered.
"Ok a lot testy" she corrected causing him to laugh.
"I'm really sorry about your hand. In my defence, I didn't expect anyone's hand or anyone for that matter to be on the floor."
"I suppose your right. I'm just glad you weren't wearing high heels" she spoke softly.
"You know I was going to, but I thought they'd clash with my outfit" he joked. The smile that appeared on her face was too big to hide.
"Listen, how about I buy you a drink of something or maybe just a glass of ice to make up for nearly destroying your hand?" he offered.
"I'd love to, but I have to get going" she mentioned.
"Oh…you late for a date or something?" he wondered and she had to laugh in disbelief.
"No I have to work in the morning."
"Right, I forgot people have to work to earn a living."
"It was really nice to meet you and try not to step on anybody else's hands" she said and just before she could leave, he grabbed her arm.
"Wait…" he pleaded. Releasing her arm from his grasp, he held out his hand for her to shake.
"Libby" she muttered and shook his hand.
"It was especially nice to meet you too, Libby" he said causing the smile on her face to spread even more and her cheeks to turn pink.
"Goodnight" she mumbled before leaving the club. As she was out of sight, he smiled uncontrollably and turned to go to the bar, when he suddenly stood on something that made a crack. His smile had faded and a look of confusion replaced it. As he looked to the floor, he noticed a pen now broken and a small notepad on the floor. Bending down, he saw on the pen it was inscribed with the name Libby on it. He picked up the notepad and looked at the first page. Inside were names of different places situated in Graceland. Just as he was about to turn the page, a man stood at the bar called his name. Standing up, he put the notepad in his back pocket and made his way over to the man at the bar.
"Hey it's about time you got here. I was beginning to think you weren't going to show" the man shouted.
"Well Terry you did say this was the best club in town" Adam shouted back.
"It is according to Anonymous and whoever it is was right."
"Anonymous?" he questioned.
"Yeah, she is famous for writing in the newspaper about all the good and bad places to visit here. No one knows who Anonymous is, but she is never wrong" Terry replied.
"If no one knows who it is, then why are you saying she?"
"It's the way that she writes. It's all too feminine if you ask me. There's no way a guy wrote them" he explained.
"Now, are you going to get a drink or what?" Terry wondered. Adam nodded in return and called for the bartender.
A few miles down the road, Libby had just opened the door to her house and tossed the keys on the side table, after closing the door behind her. Taking off her shoes as she went to the kitchen, she switched the light on and put her bag down on the kitchen counter. She opened the fridge and took out a carton of orange juice. Shaking it, she heard there was only a little bit at the bottom so she took off the lid and drunk from the carton. After tossing the carton in the recycling bin, she opened her bag and started to rummage around inside. Groaning in frustration, she emptied all the contents on the kitchen counter. A worried look appeared on her face as she couldn't find her pen or notepad.
"Shit" she muttered under her breath, when she realised that she must have not picked it up at the club. Suddenly, the apartment door swung open.
"Hey it's only me. I just came to get my phone" Tamera called out as she entered the house. Libby rushed out from the kitchen to her.
"Thank god you're here. Have you seen my notepad anywhere?" Libby urged.
"No. Didn't you put it in your bag?"
"That's what I'm afraid of."
"Why?" Tamera pondered.
"Well on the way out of the club, someone bumped into me and all my stuff that was in my bag went all over the floor. I think I must have not picked it up" Libby explained.
"Ok maybe it will be in the lost and found at the club, do you want me to ring Sal and ask?" Tamera offered.
"Oh god, what if someone saw me drop it? What if someone picked it up and knows who I am? I'll be front page news if anyone ever found out" she said in hysterics and started to pace up and down the hallway.
"Oh god, what am I going to do Tamera?" she questioned as she stopped in her tracks.
"Just relax; I'm sure everything will be fine."
"Oh jinx me why don't you?" she snapped starting to pace again.
"I think you're acting a little hysterical right now" Tamera mentioned.
"No this is a lot hysterical or maybe I'm just having a panic attack. A panic attack is finding it hard to breathe right, because I'm finding it really hard to breathe right now. I feel like my throat is closing up. Does it look like it's closing up? Oh god, why is it closing up?" she panicked.
Suddenly, Tamera grabbed her to stop her pacing and slapped her cheek. Libby's mouth dropped open as she caressed her cheek.
"Ow! Bitch! What was that for?" Libby yelled.
"You needed it" Tamera replied.
"Yeah, but you didn't have to slap me so god damn hard. I think I'm bleeding over here."
"Listen, you have nothing to worry about. Nobody is going to find out who you are. You are just over exaggerating. Everything is going to be fine" Tamera reassured her.
"You're probably right and by the way, god help the women who pick a fight with you. I think I'm going to put some ice on my face" she muttered. Tamera snorted and watched her go to the kitchen.
"Remember to not worry. No one who finds that notepad will have any clue who you are" Tamera called out.
A few hours later, Adam got home and placed his keys in the tray on the side near the door, while closing the door behind him. As he walked through the living room, he picked up the remote on the back of the couch and turned on the TV. Going into the kitchen, he opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water. He took off the lid and took a sip as he walked back into the living room. Putting the bottle lid back on and placing it on the coffee table in front of him, he slumped down on the couch and felt something sticking into him. His eyebrows drew together as he reached underneath and pulled out the notepad he found at the club out of his jeans pocket. Tossing it onto the coffee table, he started to flick through the channels to look for something to watch. Through the flicking, his eyes kept glancing towards the notepad. Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, he picked the notepad up and hesitated to lift up the cover. Soon enough, he lifted the cover and the first page to see the title 'Andrew's pizzeria' on it and a paragraph below it.
The paragraph said: 'What can I say about Andrew's pizzeria? Not much you can say about it without it sounding a little harsh, but it's my job to tell the truth no matter how hurtful. Starting off, the outside seems to be very welcoming with their so called famous slogan. "We treat every customer like family." Now I don't know about your family, but mine are happy to see me when I walk through the door and greet me with a hello and maybe sometimes a smile. The employees greet us with dread and motion us to a table. I know people hate work and just do it to earn a living, but with a slogan like theirs, it shouldn't be too hard for them to put on a smile for us consumers. As for the décor inside, I found it hard to move with a floor so sticky. I felt like the burglar in home alone, like my shoes were going to stick to the floor and stay there. Cleaning of the tables doesn't seem to be a thing for them either. Good thing I carry hand wipes with me everywhere I go, although I had to use the whole pack on the table I was taken to. Now onto the most important part, the food they serve at this establishment. The smell of the cooking of the dough is heavenly, not so when the pizza comes out and they serve it though. It looked like it was just thrown together and the minute I tried to take a bite out of it, I'm pretty sure I saw something moving underneath all that cheese. Maybe they have thrown a rat in there; it would make sense that I haven't seen any running around. Mind you, I wouldn't think even rats the biggest scavengers in the animal kingdom would eat here. A word of warning to all the readers; stay far away from this place. I hope you can heed my warning and enjoy a domino's pizza instead. Now I'm going to have to burn all of my clothes I have worn in that…place. Take care, Anonymous x.'
As soon as Adam had read it, he grabbed his phone and went into his contacts to find Terry's number. Hitting the call button, he put the phone up to his ear and waited for him to answer. Suddenly a muffled hello came through on the other end.
"Hey Terry, its Adam" he said.
"Yeah, I've got caller ID like most phones. What's up?" Terry replied through yawning.
"That anonymous you were talking about tonight. Did she ever go to Andrew's pizzeria?" he wondered.
"Yeah, it's the number one worst place to eat in Graceland."
"What exactly did she say about it?" Adam pondered.
"I don't know man. I can't remember. Why don't you read it on the newspaper's website?" Terry suggested.
"What's the name of the site?" As Terry told him the name of the website, he grabbed a pen and written it down on his hand.
"Ok, got it. Thanks, I'll talk to you later" he said and hung up the phone before Terry could respond. Looking up the website on his phone and typing Andrew's Pizzeria in the search bar, he found the column entry. As he opened it up, he compared it to the one in the notepad and they were identical.
"I don't believe it. Libby is anonymous" he announced to himself.
The morning after, Libby had awakened to get ready for work. Walking around like a zombie, she grabbed the clothes she had placed out to wear and made her way into her private bathroom. A few minutes later, she had finished her daily routine to getting ready for work and headed downstairs for breakfast. In the kitchen, Tamera was already dressed and ready for work. She stood near the toaster waiting for her bagel to pop up.
"Morning" Libby said as she walked to the fridge to take out her lunch for today.
"Hey, I see you are a lot more relaxed this morning" Tamera pointed out.
"My cheek still hurts though" she mentioned.
"Sorry. I just figured if I slapped you too soft, you would still be acting like a crazy loon."
"Is Miss Freeloader up yet or did she even make it home last night?" Libby wondered.
"Last time I saw her, she was chatting up some guy" Tamera mentioned as she took her bagel out of the toaster and spread cream cheese all over it.
"Looks like we will expect her then in 5,4,3,2 and…" she stopped and pointed towards the door.
Suddenly, Pamela walked through the front door in her clothes last night, her hair in a mess and her make up smeared.
"Morning sunshine, did prince charming pay for your taxi?" Libby teased.
"Prince charming doesn't exist and if he did, it certainly wouldn't be that creep. He made me walk home." Pamela snarled.
"The nerve of some guys. Don't they know anything about having a one night stand with a girl?" Libby joked.
"I know you're mocking me, but I don't care. Men like that should be stopped" Pamela announced.
"Here, here" Tamera joined in the mocking and tapped her fist down twice on the kitchen counter like a gavel in a court room.
"Whatever. So, what were you two talking about?" wondered Pamela.
"Nothing much, just Tamera slapping me the other night" Libby mentioned.
"Well maybe you deserved it" Pamela joked.
"Thanks" Libby said after flashing a fake smile.
"She lost her notepad last night and naturally freaked out. I slapped her to stop the crazy ranting" Tamera explained, while warming her hands with a cup of coffee.
"Maybe your subconscious is trying to tell you to put all your notes in your phone. That way no one can find out you're anonymous without a passcode" suggested Pamela.
"I don't like phones. They are so hard to type on and the auto correct drives me crazy" Libby admitted.
"You can turn the auto correct off you know" Pamela argued.
"Yeah, but I still think nothing beats paper. Writing stuff down is easier for me, plus you can doodle."
"Ok time for work" Tamera announced.
"Me too" Libby said. As they both said their goodbyes to Pamela, Tamera and Libby grabbed their stuff and headed out the door leaving Pamela all alone.
"I guess I'll just go bed then" Pamela muttered to herself.
Half an hour later, Tamera dropped Libby off just outside her work and drove away in a rush so she wouldn't be late for her own job. Libby worked at the café in Graceland's newspaper building. Her best friend and co-worker, Roxanne approached her outside the entrance.
"Hey Libs, how was your weekend?" Roxanne questioned.
"Hey Roxy, it was ok" Libby responded as she opened the entrance door.
"What'd you do? Anything exciting?"
"Not really just the usual, watching my sisters grope every man in club Haven. What about you?" she muttered as they both lifted the shutters up to the café in the reception.
"No it was pretty boring; all I did was watch TV." Grabbing their aprons and tying them around their waists, they started taking down the chairs from off the tables.
"I must say we lead such boring lives" Libby announced.
"I agree. I think we should give up on writing that book" Roxy joked.
"Oh I forgot to tell you, I met a guy last night in Haven" Libby said as she stopped putting down the chairs.
"Whose phone number did he want, Pamela's or Tamera's?" Roxy asked as she too stopped putting the chairs down.
"Neither" Libby replied. Roxy's eyebrows rose up in surprise.
"Wow. How'd you manage that?"
"Some jerk bumped into me, spilling all my stuff in my bag onto the floor and another guy almost crushed my hand" Libby explained.
"So some guy came and helped you pick up your things?" guessed Roxy.
"No. The guy I met was the one who almost crushed my hand. He was so sweet and hot. He even offered to buy me a drink."
"What did you say?"
"What could I say? I told him that I had to go."
"What? Are you crazy? A guy is into you and you turn him down?" Roxy questioned. They continued taking down the chairs from the tables.
"I was working here the next morning I couldn't really just blow it off. Besides the minute I'd introduce him to my sisters, it would be game over."
"Don't say that."
"It's true. I know that I'm not the most attractive woman next to my sisters, but I don't mind. If I was beautiful like my sisters, I don't think I could stand the attention" Libby muttered and went behind the counter to open the till.
"Libby, you are beautiful and an amazing woman. If guys can't see that when they meet you, they're idiots" Roxy reassured her.
"You have to say that because you are my friend" Libby said as she emptied money into the cash register.
"No I'm saying it because it's true. Now, you are going to go Haven tonight and find that guy. You are going to have a few drinks with him and perhaps some awful dancing" Roxy ordered.
"And if he turns out to be like every other guy who I have come in contact with? What then?" Libby wondered.
"Then it's his loss."
"Ok I'm going to try, but if this guy is another disappointment I'm going gay" Libby announced.
Night soon came around and Libby had just showed up at Haven with Tamera and Pamela at her side. As usual, the men inside turned in Tamera's and Pamela's direction.
"Wow they're a few hot guys here tonight" Pamela noticed.
"Yeah I wonder why we didn't come here on Mondays before" Tamera agreed.
"By the way Libby, why did you want to come here tonight?" Pamela asked. Libby was too busy looking around the club for the guy from last night to answer.
"Libby?" Tamera said waving her hand in front of her face. Snapping back to attention, she turned to her sisters.
"Are you looking for someone? Because you are looking around like a little kid that has lost its mother" Pamela pointed out.
"No I just was looking for a place to sit" Libby replied.
"Ok, we are going to dance now. Get us some drinks, will you?" Tamera said.
"Ok" Libby muttered and moved over to the bar, still looking around. As she ordered her sisters drinks, she looked towards the entrance, when suddenly someone tapped her on the shoulder. Her heart raced and smiled as she slowly turned, which soon turned to a look of disappointment to find a different guy than the one last night.
"Hi" he shouted over the music.
"Hi" she mimicked.
"I know you probably get this all the time, but are you friends with those girls?"
"They're my sisters" Libby replied.
"Oh really, do you think I'd have a shot with either of them?"
"Why don't you buy them a drink and see?" Libby suggested and turned away from him. Looking at the entrance for the guy had become a problem, since a big beefy tall guy blocked her view. With a sigh, she grabbed the drinks and went to find a seat.
At the entrance to Haven, Terry and Adam appeared. Adam continuously looked around the club, just like Libby had done a few minutes before.
"So, you met this girl in here and now you have become so obsessed with finding her, that you came here on a work day?" Terry quizzed.
"Yeah" Adam answered.
"You're crazy to find a girl you talked to for only five minutes."
"There was just something about her. She was different to all the other girls I have met" Adam admitted.
"Unless she has gigantic breasts, you're crazy" Terry said and left to go to the bar. Adam slowly followed him and continued to look around.
"What I want to know is how you know she is even going to show up tonight?" wondered Terry.
"I don't. I'm just hoping she will be here."
A few feet away from the dance floor, Libby sat still looking around for Adam. Noticing her still looking around, her sisters got off the dance floor and went over to where Libby sat.
"Libby, what's going on?" Tamera asked.
"Yeah, you haven't stopped looking around the club since you got here" Pamela added.
"It's nothing. I was just seeing if I could find someone I was talking to last night" admitted Libby. Pamela and Tamera glanced at each other in surprise.
"This someone, does he happen to be a guy?" Tamera wondered.
"Maybe" Libby mumbled.
"Oh my god, that's great" raved Pamela.
"So, how did you two meet?" Tamera asked excitedly.
"He almost crushed my hand. I thought he would maybe be here tonight, but I guess not" responded Libby.
"Maybe you haven't seen him yet. What does he look like? Pamela and I will help you look for him."
"No, it's fine."
"You afraid we are going to steal him off you or something?" wondered Pamela.
"No it's not that. You two just tend to embarrass me when it comes to guys" Libby admitted.
"Ok we'll go dance and if you find him, please introduce us to him so we can set him straight on how to treat you" Tamera ordered.
"Will do" Libby mumbled. Off to the dance floor they went, while Libby still looked around as she went to the restroom.
At the bar, Adam still stood looking around for Libby. As Terry noticed him still endlessly looking around, he rolled his eyes and grabbed the two shots off the bar.
"Here" Terry said and handed him one of the shots.
"What's this?" wondered Adam.
"A shot to loosen you up and stop looking for a girl you are probably never going to see again" replied Terry.
"How do you know I'm not going to see her again?"
"Well, have you seen her?" Terry quizzed.
"No, but it doesn't mean I won't."
"I can't understand you. There a literally tons of hot girls here and you're just looking for one specific one."
"I don't know what it was about her. I just felt my heart jump when I met her" admitted Adam.
"It was probably when she shouted at you for stepping on her hand that made your heart jump" Terry insisted.
"I don't think so. I think it was fate meeting her" Adam professed.
"God, you are such a romantic. Why can't you be more like me?"
"You'd hate it if I was more like you. If I went after pretty girl that walked passed, you would be out of luck and I would be going home with a ton of phone numbers every night" Adam informed him.
"Is that so? You think you are more attractive than me, is that it?" Terry questioned. Responding with a shrug and smile, Terry shook his head in disbelief.
"Ok hot shot, do you want to prove it?"
"Not tonight, I haven't finished looking for this girl" Adam replied causing Terry to groan.
"Ok, I'll make you a deal. Give me one week" Adam insisted putting a finger up to signify the number one.
"One week to find this girl and if I can't, I will be more like you. Have some fun and dance with girls" he added. They both shook in agreement.
In the restroom, Libby came out of a toilet cubicle and went over to the sink to wash her hands. A few other girls were applying make-up as she dried her hands with a towel. As soon as they finished and left the restroom, Libby moved back over to the sink. She looked around through the mirror to see if anyone was around and lowered herself to see if anyone was in any of the cubicles. Once she realised she was all alone, she looked at herself in the mirror. Looking at her hair scraped back in a ponytail, she noticed a few loose strands and tucked them behind her ear. Letting out a big sigh, she straightened out her outfit.
"I hope he really is into me and I'm not just getting my hopes up" she muttered to herself. Suddenly the entrance door to the restroom swung open and Tamera walked in.
"Hey, what are you doing?" she wondered.
"Nothing, I was just thinking if I'm ever going to find this guy."
"If you're meant to find him, you will. Don't worry, if you don't find him tonight, there will always be tomorrow" Tamera reassured her.
"You're right. Do you think he's looking for me too?"
"Of course he is looking for you, why wouldn't he? You are beautiful, funny and crazy as hell" Tamera declared causing Libby to let out a short little laugh.
"He is going to love you as much as I do" she added.
"Ok, you're making me blush" Libby said trying to hide her already rosy cheeks.
"Come on, go look some more" Tamera urged.
"I'll be right there."
"Ok I'll wait for you outside." As soon as Tamera left the restroom, she wasn't looking where she was going and bumped into someone.
"Sorry" she said and looked up to see who she had bumped into. It was none other than Adam.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"Yeah, I wasn't looking where I was going. Are you…ok?"
"Yeah I am, except…"
"Except what?" she interrupted.
"The restroom, I kind of need to use it" he mentioned.
"Oh" she repeated when she realised that she was blocking the door to the men's restroom and moved out of the way.
"Sorry again" she muttered.
"It's cool" he said as he went into the restroom.
"Wow" she whispered just as Libby came out of the restroom.
"What you 'wowing' at?" wondered Libby.
"I just met the hottest guy. I want to marry him and have his babies" Tamera professed.
"Wow. Did I just enter some alternate reality where you want to get married?" Libby joked.
"I think about marriage all the time actually" Tamera admitted.
"Seriously?" questioned Libby.
"Yes I don't want to be single forever. It's just I want to find a good guy who is into me for that to happen. You know like your mystery guy."
"I don't even know if he is into me. He probably just wanted to buy me a drink because he felt sorry for me" Libby admitted.
"I refuse to believe that and neither should you. Now go find that guy of yours" Tamera ordered.
"Wow everyone is so bossy lately" she muttered to herself as she walked away.
The next morning, Libby's alarm went off and she moaned in agony. Her eyes refused to open and she didn't have any energy to get out of bed. Turning off her alarm, she rolled over and put a pillow over her head. Suddenly, her sleep was disturbed when Tamera came in looking refreshed and energetic.
"Morning sleepy head, are you planning on getting out of bed today?" Tamera wondered.
"No" muffled Libby.
"Come on lazy bones" Tamera said removing the duvet off her and opening the curtains. Moaning, she turned facing away from her and curled up into a ball.
"Fine" muttered Tamera and left the room. Peeking out from under the pillow, she saw that she had actually left and moaned in pleasure. She was asleep for a minute until Tamera entered the room again and poured ice cold water all over her. Libby started to scream and sat up in her bed.
"What is wrong with you? Are you crazy?" Libby shouted.
"Oh good you are up. I made you breakfast, so hurry up and get ready for work or I'll throw you in an ice bath" warned Tamera and left yet again.
One hour later, Libby made her way downstairs and into the kitchen. Noticing Tamera sat eating her breakfast; Libby looked at her with such hate.
"What took you so long? I was just about to draw you that ice bath" Tamera mentioned.
"I had to change my sheets. Someone got them all wet" Libby said through gritted teeth.
"You should be thanking me, not killing me with your eyes."
"Who would thank someone who woke them up with ice cold water?" Libby spat.
"If you didn't go to work today, you would have regretted it" explained Tamera.
"The only thing I regret right now is not strangling you where you sit."
"You wouldn't hurt me. You love me too much."
"Don't be so sure about that" muttered Libby as she sat down opposite Tamera to eat her breakfast. Suddenly, the front door to the apartment opened and Pamela walked in.
"Is that bacon I smell?" she asked as she entered the kitchen.
"Yeah, you can have mine. I need to get to work anyway" Libby said and left the kitchen.
"Don't you want me to take you?" Tamera called out.
"Nope" Libby called back and left. Pamela's eyebrows drew together in confusion.
"What's with her?" she asked.
"Nothing, she just needs to cool off."
A while later, Libby appeared outside of work to find Roxy stood waiting for her. As they both greeted each other, they made their way inside.
"I thought you were getting a ride off your sister" Roxy wondered as they opened the shutters and entered the café.
"Nope, I figured I'd walk into today" Libby replied as she tied her apron around her waist.
"Ok. So, how did last night go? Dance the night away with your prince charming?"
"You have to actually find the prince to dance with him" Libby said as she poured money into the till.
"You didn't find him?"
Shaking her head in response, she closed the till and started taking down the chairs.
"Are you going to try again tonight?" quizzed Roxy.
"What's the point? I'm clearly not supposed to find this guy, so I should just give up."
"Oh come on. It was just one bad night. Besides in Haven, it's a miracle people can see their own shadows. It's always busy."
"I don't know" mumbled Libby as she unlocked the fridge with all the already made sandwiches in.
"Don't you want a chance with this guy?"
"I did have a chance and I blew it. He offered me a drink and I turned it down for sleep. Who does that?" Libby complained.
"Clearly stupid people like you" Roxy mumbled. Libby shot her a glance looking annoyed.
"What? I'm just stating the obvious. You're an idiot" Roxy pointed out.
"That's why I'm giving up" said Libby.
"Don't give up in just one day. Give it one week and if you still can't find him, then it's clearly not meant to be."
"Fine, on one condition, you come with me to Haven tonight" demanded Libby.
"I don't think so."
"Why? Is it because Pete wouldn't like it?" Libby wondered.
"No because I wouldn't like it and I don't need Pete's permission to do anything."
"Yeah like what? Breathing? Sleeping?"
"Fine I will go as long as you get off my back about Pete" Roxy Bargained.
"Consider it done" Libby agreed and Roxy left to the back room where the food was stored.
"One week and then that's it" Libby muttered to herself and followed Roxy in the back room.