"You like that cut better?" Carl asked, sitting at the editing chair.
"It makes it more believable," I replied. I ran my hand through my wavy hair. I was tired. It was already almost five and we'd been in the room since nine in the morning.
"I think, I'm done for the day," Allen said, yawning.
"Me too," I agreed.
We saved everything, grabbed all our stuff, and began walking out of the studio. As we got into the parking lot and were saying goodbye, Allen stopped me.
"Do you wanna come over and have a movie marathon at my house tonight? Carrie and Jon are coming over. We'd really like you to be there."
I just looked at him. He was genuinely concerned about my mental health. Or maybe he actually wanted to hang out, just like old times.
I smiled. "Yeah, I'd love to."
He smiled and got excited. "Awesome! I'll let them know to get more snacks!"
"Did you want me to bring anything?"
"No, just yourself!" He began to run towards his car, bag hanging on his shoulder. He turned around still running and said, "I can't wait!" Then he turned again and went to his car.
I stood there just smiling. I started to walk towards my car and grabbed my phone.
"Hey, Mom," I said. "I won't be home for dinner."
"Oh good. I was wondering when you'd finally get the courage to be social again."
You know, she was right. My mom I mean. I used to be so social. So friendly and caring. I was an overachiever and overcommitted. I was a people-pleaser. But for the past few months, all I'd been was depressed. I rarely got out of the house. The movie was put on hold because of me. I shouldn't have ever let a stupid guy get to me. But I did. And there's no one to blame but myself.
I got to Allen's house and decided to bring chips. I mean, I wasn't going to be a rude guest. I walked up to the door and knocked. Allen opened it practically immediately.
"Hi!" He greeted me with a big smile. "Come in!"
He moved over, so I could walk in. Oldies music was playing and he seemed to be cooking something in the kitchen. He lived alone. I guess, he could afford it with all the money our company made.
I walked into the kitchen where I thought he was, but instead I found a big surprise.
Jonathan was standing by the stove mixing something.
"Jonathan." I said, a bit shocked.
He turned and looked at me.
"Andrea!" He smiled and wiped his hand on his jeans. He was so cute. With his brown eyes and hair. His chiseled chin and trendy clothes. His hair always looked great.
I obviously still wasn't over him. He came up to me and gave me a hug. I hugged him back. Why? I don't know.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Allen invited me."
"But he... uh..." I didn't know what to say. But then I realized. Allen had said, "Carrie and Jon are coming over." How did I not realize he meant, my Jonathan? I mean... Jonathan Yung. He wasn't mine anymore.
"You didn't know I was here..." he said, a bit deflated.
"No, I didn't. But... it's good to see you."
"It's good to see you too." He smiled.
I so wanted to smile back. But then I thought, what am I doing? How did I forget what he did to me?
"Why didn't you ever call me?" I looked at him almost on the verge of tears.
He looked at me with genuine sadness. "I did Andrea. Every day."
"What? I never got any calls." I tried to think...
He grabbed his phone and showed me the number that he had under my name. Did I change my number?
"That's not my number..."
"You must have changed it then. It was your number before."
"But I didn't."
"It doesn't matter Andy," he said, waving his hands. "I just want to tell you how sorry I am. And that I have a lot of explaining to do that wasn't ever explained."
"Yeah... you do. And, if you didn't have my number why didn't you ever come over?"
"I did! Your family would say you didn't want to see me."
"Are you..." I thought about it. Maybe they had blocked his number when they found out what had happened. That's the only explanation.
"Well. You have a chance now. So explain." I leaned against the table with my arms crossed.
"I didn't send those messages."
"You admitted it!" I yelled.
"No. I said that it was my fault. I never said I did it."
"Well then what was your fault!?"
He paused and grabbed his chin and lips. Like there was something, he didn't really want to say. Something maybe embarrassing...
"The rumors... I started them."
"I was going to propose."
"You... what?" I was in shock. He was going to propose?
"That's why the rumors of you getting married were floating around. And I guess the other ones started from that... I don't know. But I wasn't going to tell you I was about to propose!"
"Jon..." I started to cry. I put my hand over my mouth as I cried. He wrapped his arms around me in the way that I remembered so well... I hugged him back. We stood there just hugging while I cried. He would give me the occasional kiss on my head. The sweet kisses that I never forgot.
I wanted him back. I wanted this love again.
I released the hug and left my hands on his chest. "I still love you, Jon."
"I still love you too! I've been wanting to tell you since that stupid day!"
He hugged me again. I started to cry again. I couldn't believe this was happening. He released the hug and looked at me. His hands were holding my face so tenderly. His thumb brushed away a stray hair from my face. It was amazing; his stare. He really did love me. I believed it. I wanted to be back in his arms.
So that's what I did. I embraced him again. He kissed my head again multiple times.
When we finally released, he smiled. "Let's go have a movie night, okay?"
"Okay," I smiled back. He grabbed my hand, squeezed it, and lead me to the living room.
That whole night we sat next to each other, cuddling, holding hands, and talking with Allen and Carrie... who knew about this all along.
I really didn't want this night to end.