Kiss me on New Year’s Day. A Pomegranate proposal. (Short story)

Hey y’all! Thanks so much for tuning in to my short stories this year! It has been a blast! I am grateful for you all! As this year comes to an end, I hope that 2023 is good to you! I pray that you prosper and be in good health, even as your soul prospers. I pray new doors and windows of opportunities are opened for you, and that your new year is filled with peace, love, and joy, in Jesus name.

This is the last short story of 2023, I’m not sure if I’ll record it for my podcast or not, but I did want to at least upload it here.

It’s a short romance story, per usual. It’s about college best friends, Andre and Whitney, who reconnects after ten years and falls in love. Enjoy!

Happy New Year!

Part 1: Andre is back

Whitney sat at the cafe a block away from her apartment, eating strawberry cheesecake and sipping on a semisweet sparkling pink wine. Her best friend Mariah walked in and immediately spotted Whitney sitting at the table eating and drinking her sorrows away, but to everyone else, Whitney was indulging in a dessert and wine paradise. “Really, Whitney? It’s not even ten o’ clock yet, and you’re already drinking?”  Mariah said. “Yep,” Whitney said, as she slid her fork through the delectable confection, and took another bite. She grabbed her glass of wine, but before she could take another sip, Mariah took the glass from her.

“Okay, Whitney, I’ve never saw you like this. Surely it’s not that bad,” Mariah said. “Oh, but it is,” Whitney said. “Well girl, what is it?” Mariah said. Whitney was about to eat another bite of her cheesecake, when Mariah took the plate. “Okay, no more cheesecake,” Mariah said, while holding the plate. well. “I want to know what’s going on with you, and I want to know now,” Mariah said.

“Okay, fine. Andre is back in town,” Whitney said.

Mariah took a gulp of Whitney’s wine.

“Yeah,” Whitney said, sharing Mariah’s sentiments.

Andre and Whitney were best friends during college. After graduation, Andre landed a big job and moved to Boston, but before he left, he professed his love for Whitney, and wanted her to move to Boston with him. 

Whitney was totally caught off guard, and although she did have feelings for Andre, she told him that maybe someday in the future things will be different, but she couldn’t turn down a great opportunity to be a radio host, not when her career was just getting started. 

Andre left, but he promised Whitney that he would never stop loving her, and one day, he would come back for her. They kept in touch a few months after Andre moved to Boston, and then they only called or texted each other during the Holidays or one of their birthdays.

“Do you think he heard that you were leaving the radio station?” Mariah said. “Girl, I don’t know. I mean, we haven’t talked in I don’t know how long. We texted each other on Thanksgiving, but that was the last time I heard from him. Now that I’m no longer going to be at the radio station, he decides to come back home. I mean, what is that?” Whitney said.

“Sounds like perfect timing if you ask me,” Mariah said. “Perfect timing for what? I literally just broke things off with Todd, which is why I can’t stay at the radio station. Things have gotten way out of hand with us, and I have to remove myself from that toxic environment,” Whitney said.

“I told you not to mix business with pleasure, but you just had to screw your boss. You knew Todd was toxic before you gave it up, now look at you,” Mariah said. “Really Mariah? So you’re just going to throw salt on my wounds?” Whitney said.

“Look, I try to talk sense into your behind, but you never want to listen. I try to be your voice of reason, but you never want to listen,” Mariah said. 

The waitress brought the check to Whitney. “I got it,” Mariah said. “No, don’t be silly. I can pay. I know that I just quit my job, but I am financially responsible, trust me,” Whitney said, before handing the waitress her credit card. 

“Really, Whitney. You just put twenty dollars on your credit card. Are you sure that you’re okay? I mean, I’m just looking out for you,” Mariah said. 

The waitress brought Whitney’s card back and a receipt for her to sign. She tipped the waiter and said, “Mariah, I am fine. I didn’t quit without a plan.” “I know, but everything was so sudden. I mean, what is the plan?” Mariah said. “You’ll see,” Whitney said. “And what are you going to do about this whole Andre situation?” Mariah said. “We’ll see,” Whitney said.

Whitney did not have a plan after quitting the radio station. She announced two weeks ago to her boss/situationship partner and the world that she’d be leaving and she didn’t give any further details. There was speculation amongst colleagues, because they knew that she and Todd had a romantic relationship, but Todd also had a romantic relationship with other women at a couple of other radio stations as well. 

Whitney decided to end things when Todd asked her if she’d be in a polygamous relationship with him and the other two women. This afternoon would be Whitney’s last day at the station, and later on, she planned on figuring things out.

She’d been brainstorming ideas for starting her own podcast, and with her audience, the results would be promising. The plus side of having a podcast is that she could do it virtually anywhere.

Whitney went to work later in the afternoon, that night, after work, she pulled up to the parking lot of her apartment. Andre was standing on the sidewalk with a bouquet of orange tulips. 

Whitney took a deep breath in, then exhaled. She got out of her car and walked up to Andre and smiled.

“Hi,” she said. “Hi,” Andre said, with his perfect baron tone voice and pearly whites. He’d grown his beard out since college, but it was nicely groomed, and he smelled amazing, kind of nostalgic.

Whitney took the flowers, and thanked Andre, before they went into her apartment to catch-up.

“Your sister told me that you were back in town,” Whitney said. “Really? Man, that woman can not keep a secret,” Andre said. “Have a seat,” Whitney said.

“Thank you,” Andre said, while looking around Whitney’s apartment. He recognized a 8X10 photo of the two of them on one of her end tables. It was the two of them at his uncle’s pomegranate farm before Homecoming.

“No way, you still have this picture?” he said, before picking the picture up and smiling at the memories it brought. “Of course I still have that photo. You’re my best friend,” Whitney said.

“Would you like something to drink?” she said, while pouring herself a glass of wine.

“Water is fine,” Andre said.

“One water, coming up. You don’t mind if I have something a little stronger do you?” Whitney said. “Of course not,” Andre said. “Great,” Whitney said, before taking a gulp of red wine.

Andre looked at Whitney and smiled. “Aht aht, what’s that you’re doing with your face,” Whitney said. You know that I know what that smirk means right?” Whitney said, as she brought Andre his water and sat on the couch across from him.

“Why are you sitting so far away? Dang, is it like that?” Andre said, with a laugh. “We’re still besties, right?” he said. “Of course. I’m just sitting over here to get a good view of you. I haven’t seen you in a whole decade.”

“I’m saying, but dang, for me to be your bestie, I can’t even get a hug? What’s up with that?” Andre said.

“Okay, you’re right,” Whitney said as she stood up. Andre got up and motioned for her to come to him. “That’s right, bring it in,” he said.

The two hugged for a minute but it felt like eternity, as they both remained silent and allowed their hearts to speak to each other.

It felt like home.


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