A Happy Ending, Or Not?
Inevitably, Sandy and Jeremy began to argue and fight. They fought over Jeremy's lack of attention for Sandy, over his long hours at work, and his general blasé attitude toward life. They fought over how Sandy had been unable to find work, and how Jeremy was footing all the bills by himself, and over the amount of time and space Sandy reserved for her favorite hobby. They fought over dirty clothes that hadn't been tossed in the hamper, over what they were having for dinner, and over many of the other stupid and meaningless things that couples decide to fight over when they're not getting along.
Sandy couldn't even turn to Rudy for comfort, as he'd found a job, finally, as a security guard at a ritzy hotel. His hours were such that Sandy would be asleep when Rudy was on patrol and Rudy would be sleeping when Sandy was out and about. It was a frustrating situation for both of them, as they'd both grown attached to one another, although it remained unspoken as to just how profound their feelings really were.
For two months now, they'd been seeing each other, both in this dimension and in the other one. Their bond and understanding of each other was such that one would have thought they'd been best friends for years. Their greatest ambitions and dreams, their best successes and their worst failures, their brightest moments and their darkest secrets, were all revealed to one another.
Early one morning, Sandy sighed and rolled over on the bed to gaze at the dresser. Jeremy had woken her up as he got ready for work, she sighed. He was now standing before the mirror while adjusting his tie. Even though her boyfriend had seen through the mirror that she'd woken up, he was deliberately ignoring her.
It wasn't even seven in the morning, she noted, and already things were bad.
Jeremy strode across the bedroom like a man on a mission, briefcase and coat in hand.
"I might be home late tonight." He said.
A moment later he was gone, and Sandy was left to herself once again.
Glancing at the clock a second time, she wondered if Rudy had gotten home yet. She went ahead and sent him a text.
Sandy: Hi.
A few minutes later, Rudy replied: Hi, what are you doing up?
Sandy: I can't get back to sleep. How 'bout you?
Rudy: Same problem. I think I drank enough coffee to kill a horse last night. I had to patrol outdoors, and it was cold out! What are you doing today?
Sandy: It's depressing here. I have to go somewhere today.
Rudy: How about upstairs, to my place?
Sandy: I wish! No, I think I'm going to drive out to my old neighborhood. My old scrappin' club meets on Thursday mornings. I haven't seen my gals since I moved.
Rudy: A bunch of grannies?
Sandy: LOL. Most of them are older women. A couple are my age or younger. There's even one man in our group.
Rudy: Is he gay?
Sandy: No, but he is a big mama's boy. Do you want to tag along?
Rudy: Do you have to ask? I'll hang with you until I start falling asleep.
Sandy: Good. Let me take a quick shower. I'll call you when I'm in my car.
About forty-five minutes later, Sandy was on the road and talking with Rudy over her headset. She'd already gotten him excited, after she'd told him that she'd set her phone in the little nook of her bra, right between both of her sizable breasts.
"If I was in the car with you, you'd be pulling onto the shoulder right now." Rudy teased.
"Oh? And why is that?"
"Because I'd be taking that phone out from between your tits, and putting something else in there. Guess what that is?"
"Your cock." Sandy giggled.
Instead of hearing one of Rudy's usual snappy answers, the receiver stayed silent this time.
"Rudy?" She asked, as their connection sometimes cut off while she was driving. "Are you still there?"
"Yeah?"
"Why'd you get quiet like that?"
Sandy heard his sigh come through.
"If you weren't with Jeremy, I'd be thinking very seriously about you right now."
"Oh, no." Sandy tried to avoid the implications of what Rudy was getting at. "I'm not going to be one of those girls you always talk about in your stories."
"You wouldn't be." Rudy answered. "Ever since that first day in your roomie's bedroom, I've never thought about you that way. Sandy, I know I probably shouldn't say this, but I'm going to say it anyway..."
"Don't say it!" Sandy tried to stop him.
"I love you."
This was something that Sandy had already suspected, but actually hearing Rudy voice it was a whole new ballgame. For the last few weeks, she'd wanted to hear him say those words. At the same time she'd been dreading them. It made her life so much more complicated than what it already was. She already knew that Jeremy wasn't her Mr. Right.
"Did you faint?" Rudy asked.
Sandy laughed, but it was a quiet, reflective laugh. "No, Rudy. I knew you were going to say that to me, sooner or later. I already know that's how you feel about me."
"You don't have to say it back to me." Rudy told her. "I just want you to know that I really appreciate your friendship and everything else about you. And the sex, well, that is just out of this world. Seriously, it's multi-dimensional."
This time, Sandy did laugh out loud.
"I've never met anyone like you." Rudy said.
This sobered her up. She'd never met anyone like him, either. They just clicked together in a way she'd never clicked with anyone else, ever. Like Rudy sometimes said, they were two peas in a pod.
"Why can't things ever be easy?" She asked.
"What would be the fun in that?" Rudy countered. "If it wasn't for all the peaks and valleys in life, everything would be boring."
Sandy thought this over for a couple of minutes. "We should just run away together."
"Where would we go?"
"England. I've always wanted to go there."
"Isn't it always cold over there, and foggy?"
"So, we'll wear warmer clothes and we'll stay inside." Sandy contemplated. "We'll find a little village somewhere, with old fisherman that have little hats and big beards. Where they go out fishing in their little boats all day. We'll find a house that faces the ocean, and we'll drink coffee and watch them head out every morning. And you don't have to worry about getting cold, because I'll be there to keep you warm."
"That sounds great, except I hate eating fish."
They were both joking and still talking about this, as Sandy pulled into the lot of her old scrapbook supply place. "Okay, I'm here now. Do you want to go, or do you want me to start messaging you?"
"I don't mind if you message me. It's almost nine now and I'm still not tired."
