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chapter 46

It didn’t take long for me relax. Trough my starting fantasies I heard AJ changing a CD and soon ”You’ve got a friend” played. Then I fell asleep.

I woke up only once when he left. He stood in the door of guest room. I mumbled something and turned around. He didn’t say anything, just closed the door. Then I heard he and obviously Tom talking and then the house was silent.

I thought that 3rd World War had started when I heard the alarm. I switched it off and rolled to my back. Then I looked at the time. It was 11 am. I wanted to fall back sleep but I had no chance for that, after noon I should be at one more class. And before that I should go to home, change, get my shoes... I rose and went to kitchen. Delicious smell of coffee filled my concious. I saw a coffeemaker and there was a small note: ”DON’T touch until it’s ready. Take a shower first.”

I laughed aloud. Well, of course he had a coffeemaker with timer. He was AJ. I headed to shower.

Coffee was great. As I sit to the table, I saw a letter there. It had my name on it. I opened the envelope and the keys fell out. I unfolded the papers and started to read thick handwriting.

”Dear Anna,

I have 10 more minutes until Tom should be here. This is amazing. I know that you’re sleeping here and now it’s me who’s leaving. Can we ever be in the same place for longer time?
I have to be honest. I don’t know what my life would be without you. Maybe we made mistakes, but I don’t want to lose you. Is there someone in your life already? You’re right, Helen is great. I’m glad that she wanted to try again. True people are too hard to find. You know, that’s why I can’t let you go. I’m afraid of that if you go, I’ll never find anyone like you. There’s a lot I don’t know about you. But you’re exceptional. I don’t even know how to tell that to you without scaring you. I need you in my life. As a friend. Not at least, because that’s more that I could ever dream for.
You know me. Don’t forget that. Because there’s plenty of shit told about us around. You know what is true and what isn’t, just listen to your heart.
I wont tie you but here are the keys. I’ll be back in the end of September, until that, this is your new home. Howie told me that you’re looking for a place. And I need someone to take care of it. You know what to do so that anyone wouldn’t find out about me. I hate that stuff. What would life be if I wasn’t one of the Backstreet Boys? Well, I guess it’s pointless to think about that. But sometimes I do. And you’re my key to the normal life.
I don’t know what to say to convince you. ‘Count on me’. There’s so much you can’t leave behind but more still to find.
I do love you. Alex.”

I looked around in the kitchen. So that would be my home? Well, if he insisted... I had doubts about it. I need to survive on my own. What did I do to deserve so much? Soon there would be an article about me in NY Times. What if Jacob had known about my new place? What kind of profile would he write then?

From Jacob I remembered Oliver. Luckily, Charlene was still out of town but he must be worried to death.

I left the letter on the table, took the keys and run.

-So you finally came? he asked with sarcastic voice when I bursted there.
-I’m so sorry, I said and meant it. -We had so great last night and then I just stayed over at a friend.
-For a newcomer you seem to know many people from New York.
-I do.
-How can you be sure that they’re not some kind of perverts?
Oliver’s voice was angry and worried. I laughed.
-Well, he is.
-He?
-They both. I stayed at the same couple as last night.
-I guess you’ll be moving there soon.
-Actually I am.
-What?
-They leave to work in Europe for almost three months and their place would be empty. So they said I could use it.
-And where is it?
I said the name of the street and Oliver whisteled.
-You’re kidding, ain’t you?
-No, I’m not. I can take you there sometimes if you want to.
-Yes please. So when will you move?
-Step by step. I’ll come here tonight. Then I start to take my stuff down there. Will you help me?
-Certainly.
-Great. Do we have anything to eat?
-I’ll make you a sandwich, OK?
-Make it big. It’s going to be another busy day.

That night I got to go home after the last class which ended at 8.30. I had read the story Jacob had written and it was totally innocent. There was a picture of me, but I looked so different in that I didn’t think anyone would connect it to Anna who was in that wearing blue dress and innocent smile back at Tabu’s.

Oliver was waiting me with the hot meal.
-Oh no! I can’t believe you cooked!
-Well, actually I only boiled the water, he tried to be modest.
I sniffed in kitchen.
-What is it?
-Chicken pasta with broccoli.
-You stole my recepy.
-It’s only one I know. But it doesn’t taste the same as you had made it.
-Doesn’t matter. I’m so hungry I could eat a little village.
-Cannibal.
-Cook.
-Uuh, don’t call me that. Couldn’t we just eat?
-Sure. You got wine and all.
-And for desert... A heart-breaking movie from year 1989...
-Outch! Love those haircuts though.
-Wine mylady?
-If I’m going to watch that movie I think I need some!

Oliver was lying on the couch upside down.
-It looks better this way.
-It can’t look better in any way!
Movie was awful. It was supposed to be romantic drama but with us it turned into a horror comedy.
-Oh my... Now she will get flowers from him! I don’t believe this. Look at her! I goused. -Like he had brought moon to her feet. Get over it! He’s not worth it!
Oliver got suddenly serious.
-So? You don’t believe in love?
I looked at him surprised.
-What makes you think that?
-The way you comment. Or is there some other reason for that? I haven’t ever believed in gossiping but Peter told about yours disappearing for a month.
-Little over. What about it?
-He said you had someone then.
-And now you want to know if it’s true?
-Well, yeah.
-Why?
-Nevermind.
-OK. I’ll tell you. There was someone. He was great, awesome, gorgeous, all you can dream. And totally wrong for me. I loved him. I guess I still do. But love doesn’t fix all. That time it wasn’t enough.
The movie didn’t make us laugh anymore and we were silent.
-Sorry.
-What about?
-About your broken heart and my question.
-You have a right to ask. I don’t answer if I don’t want to.
-Allright.
-I’d better go to bed, I said and stood up.
-Yeah. Good night.
I stood there for a moment, waiting for a line to say but nothing came up so I just went to my room.

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