Part 2
After I tried calling Isaac, I went to my room tossing my suitcase on the bed and filling it with whatever clothes I found my hands on. I probably never should have moved out of Tulsa, but with the band I always felt I’d end up moving to LA or New York City. I guess New York had some kind of appeal LA didn’t and apparently Taylor agreed. Isaac liked the sun, the beaches and mostly the women in next to nothing, so it was no surprise he ended up owning beach front property in Malibu. I’m for all three, but still I somehow couldn’t resist moving to New York and fat lot of good it did me.
I checked my watch and was surprised Isaac hadn’t called me back yet. He ignored more calls than he actually answered because he thought voicemails were more “to the point” than real conversations, but he was always quick to return calls when he needed to. Then again, he was a newlywed and probably couldn’t hear his phone ringing over the sounds of the headboard hitting the wall.
I shuddered at the picture that thought put in my head and tried to flatten my clothes enough to zip up the suitcase. It turned into the fight of the century. It was me against the suitcase…and I was the underdog.
I had to take out some of my clothes, sit on the suitcase and waste ten minutes of my life, but I got it closed. Yeah, it was a small, almost minute victory, but since the day had FAIL written all over it the fact I got that damn suitcase zipped is worth mentioning.
I stuck out my tongue and flipped the bird at the suitcase before grabbing it and my backpack, which I always had packed, and heading down to the parking garage.
I unlocked my car with a smile because it wasn’t actually a car and put my luggage on the floor in front of the second row of seats. It was a 1967 VW Bus and definitely not what people expected me to drive considering how much they thought I had sitting in my bank account. I never drove unless I was leaving the city and I needed more space than my last car offered so I traded with a friend. He thought he got the better end of the deal, but he didn’t stop to think about the fact that he put more money into fixing up this VW Bus than I spent buying my last car new.
I closed the door as my phone rang and leaned against the side before I answered it.
I didn’t have time to say hello before Isaac started talking, “what happened?”
“I got home and Mikayla was packing her crap and the new guy was loading it into his H3.” I sighed. “I tried talking to her but I think all I could say was ‘you whorish self-centered bitch.’”
“You think?” Isaac asked
“You remember that vase her mom got us when we moved in together? She threw it at my head, but I’m pretty sure that’s why.” I replied
“Damn!” Isaac exclaimed, “Are you okay?”
“Slightly concussed, but I’ll be fine physically, I guess.” I shrugged forgetting he couldn’t see it.
“For the love of god, don’t get weepy like Tay!” Isaac pleaded.
“Since you asked nicely…” I chuckled and sighed, “It’d be so much easier if I was crying and listening to ‘Every Rose Has Its Thorn,’ but I’m just pissed. I even killed one of the wheatgrass plants.”
“One of ‘the twins?’” Isaac laughed at Mikayla’s pet name for her precious plants, “Did it feel good?”
“Yeah!” I laughed.
“Then bring the other one with you. I still have some of the fireworks Lydia’s brother brought from New Jersey.” Isaac replied evilly.
“So I can come out there?” I asked amazed he wasn’t arguing.
“Yeah, getting some ass in every state you drive through might do you some good.” Isaac replied and I wasn’t sure if he was serious.
“How’d you know I planned on driving?” I asked
“Because you’re you, Zac…and the timeline didn’t do much to hide it either, jackass.” Isaac replied and I knew by his voice he was joking this time.
“Fuck off!” I retorted with a laugh and started back to my apartment to grab the plant.
“I’ll let you go so you can get on the road before rush hour. Be careful.” Isaac said.
“I will and I’ll let you know when I stop for the night. Bye.” I replied and hung up deciding Isaac was definitely the cooler older brother.
