This story has been set to a rating of . Age verification is required to proceed.
As Ashley and I remained stagnant, my friendship with Carrie was strengthening immensely. Ironically, she was the first person since Ashley who I felt comfortable around; she was someone I could trust, and someone I liked to spend time with. Was it anything more than a friendship with her, though? Absolutely not. There was no romantic attraction there whatsoever. But because I felt like Ashley would have a difficult time believing that, I downplayed the time I spent with Carrie. In reality, she was over my place generally everyday. We ate dinner together pretty often, as Chris wasn’t home to eat with her, and we talked a lot about our love lives and the problems we were both facing. It was good to have someone to talk to who, unlike Michelle, wouldn’t tell Ashley everything I said 10 minutes later. She also provided more of an outside perspective than anyone, and I was extremely grateful for that.
Things with Chris didn’t seem to be changing much for Carrie. We’d discussed a lot of strategies for restoring their relationship, but it didn’t seem like any of them were working. He never wanted to talk about anything, and she was too passive to push the issue. It was an eternal cycle of unhappiness for Carrie, and I felt terrible about it.
Thursday, the week before Ashley’s arrival, Carrie and I were sitting in my apartment, enjoying a dinner of pad thai noodles, when I heard a knock at the door. I walked over and opened it up, wondering what on earth FedEx could want from me on a Thursday night. The man at my door handed over a clipboard and indicated where I should sign. I did as such, noting that the package had been overnighted, and took it from him, closing the door behind me.
“Who was that?” Carrie asked.
“The FedEx guy. I got a package.”
“I don’t know. Can you hand me a knife?” I requested. She handed one over and I cut open the tape on the box in front of me. When I opened it up, I saw 2 different plastic bags of different sizes. I took the larger bag and stuck my hand inside, feeling some article of clothing and what seemed like a card. Aha! I pulled it out and opened it up. It read: ‘One for me, one for you. Oh, and a little something for Benny. Can’t wait for next week! Love, Ashley.’