City Lounge: London (Book Two, Chapter Thirteen: We Need to Talk)

Chapter Thirteen: We Need to Talk:


She said we needed to talk. Those are never good words in my experience. Things have been going good between Sophie and I. But we aren’t dating. So, it’s not like we’re breaking up. But what if she’s suggesting there is no chance of us getting back together?

I stared at my cell phone.

The only thing I did was send her a text this morning. I told her to have a good day and nothing else. I can’t figure out what I did wrong. I shook my head. I should just go ahead and hear her out before I make my own conclusions.

I hit reply on the screen.

“Okay… When?” My stomach turned as I hit send. Sophie sent me back a reply.

“Are you free at three?”

“Yes,” I typed back. Her next reply?

“I’ll meet you up at your flat. May I have the address?” I stared at the screen. I think my heart stopped in that second. She wants to come here? I looked around my flat with big eyes. When I turned back to my screen, my mind went blank. I had my finger up in mid-air about to touch the screen and start typing. Come on, why am I being like this? She just wants to talk. It’s not we’re going to break up or anything. Just suck it up and type and response.

“Sure… Hang on.” I actually went to Google and plugged in my address. “What is your address?” Sophie sent me her address in reply. Once I plugged it in, I sent her the map.

“Thank you,” she wrote back. I took another look around my flat. Oh shite, I need to clean up this place. I jumped up and started cleaning up.


I can’t remember the last time I was so nervous. This didn’t make any sense why. Too late to cancel or avoid Sophie now. I shook my head. I shouldn’t be acting like this. I’m about to be twenty-nine years old. Things like this should be faced like adults.

I tried to come up with ways to distract me. The flat was already cleaned from top to bottom. Before I knew it, I headed out of my flat and over to my neighbour’s. You could imagine the surprised and confused look on her face when she saw me.

“Paul?” she asked. “Is something the matter?” I bounced around like I had to pee.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” I asked.

“No…” my neighbour said. I grabbed her by the hands.

“Please!” I pleaded. “I really need this!” She blinked at me. I couldn’t imagine what I looked like in her eyes.

“Uh… okay,” she said. “Maybe I could use a little bit of home.”

“Cheers!” I said. I practically pushed my way into her flat. I don’t think I remember the last time I did so much cleaning in one day. It was just a way to keep me calm. I  went as far as to not look at the clock.

“Are you sure you are okay?” my neighbour asked.

“Yeah!” I said. “I am perfectly fine!” My screaming could be heard from outside of the flat. I collapsed on the floor, panting when I was finished. My neighbour stared at me, blinking.

“Feel better?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. I pushed myself to my feet and walked out of her flat.


By the time I made it back to my place, I found Sophie standing front of my door.

“Sophie?” I asked with a puzzled look on my face. “What are you doing here?”

“I got finished with work early today and came here,” she said. “Didn’t you get my texts?”

“No…” I said.

Sophie tilted her head. “Why are you all sweaty?”

“Oh, I was next-door cleaning my neighbour’s house. What did you want to talk about?”

“Can we go in first?” she asked.

“Uh… sure,” I said. I reached into my pocket and unlocked the door.


“What did you want to talk about?” I asked.

“What am I to you?” Sophie asked.

I froze with big eyes. “E-Excuse me?”

She turned around to face me in the living room. “You can’t tell me that you aren’t having feelings for me again.”

My face turned hot and red. “You can tell.” But then, I paused.

“But what about you?”

Sophie’s eyes widened. “Me?!”

“I like spending time with you, but I don’t know what you are thinking. Do you even like spending time me?”


“But what are we?”

“That’s what I’m asking you.”

We stood, staring at each other. It felt like the moment we broke up. Or was it earlier. Sophie and I weren’t going to back down from this battle. I put my hands on my forehead.

“What do you want?” I asked. Sophie shook her head. I pressed my lips together and nodded.

“I see,” I said. “Looks like we’re in the same boat.” I walked over and sat down on my couch. Sophie sat down next to me.

“How did we get like this?” she asked. I turned to her with a tired look on my face.

“Love just screwed us over,” I said. I counted up all of the exes after Sophie. I started to put them all in a scale from zero being the worst and ten being the best. I gazed into Sophie’s eyes.

“What?” she asked.

“Ten,” I said.


“You were the best that I ever had.”

“Okay… that was just random.”

“Ever since we met up again, I keep asking what happened to us. We had a perfect thing.” I didn’t think about what I was saying. As I talked, my new beats danced around in my head. Every time I think about, I keep adding and changing the beats and every element. Sophie blinked at me.

“Yes,” she said.

“Yes?” I asked.

“We did have a perfect thing.”

“What happened?”

Sophie shook her head. “I don’t know.” Before I knew it, the next question popped out of my head.

“Can you sing?” I asked.

“Huh?” my ex asked. I shook my head.

“Nothing,” I said. “You should go back to taking pictures at least. You don’t seem happy with your current job.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Sophie asked.

“You just don’t seem happy,” I said. “I know, because I’m not happy. We should try and change that.” Sophie perked up and nodded.

“Sure,” she said. For some reason, we started on a crazy path to try and reclaim what we lost through this hellish slog called life. I don’t know how or what happened, but we couldn’t turn back now.

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