Terra's Tumultuous Travel

There really wasn’t that much to clean up, so even with Cattie and I spending a not-inconsequential amount of time flirting we still got the kitchen cleaned up before Terra and Cass had finished their conversation. When Cassidy did finally come back to the kitchen she burst out laughing.

“I was wrong,” she said into her phone. “They aren’t banging or making out. It’s worse than that.”

“Fuck off,” Cattie blushed.

“They’re baking,” Cassidy filled Terra in. Then she playfully scoffed. “I know, the absolute worst.”

I took that opportunity to approach my fiancee with a mixer beater covered in the remnants of sugar cookie dough, and she groaned and took it from me, handing off the phone. I tapped the Speaker button and brought it over to where Cattie was still at the counter, balling up the dough and pressing it onto the parchment-covered baking sheets.

“Hey, honey,” I said. “Ready to talk with me and Catherine, or do you want time to process?”

“Hi, Tiger,” Terra said, her voice sounding relieved and just a little raw. “Hey, Cattie. I’m all processed out.”

“What’s up, babe?” Cattie asked. “What happened?”

Terra sighed heavily, but then her voice got terse for a moment. “Oh, motherfucker,” she said.

“What is it?”

“Nothing- Ugh, I’ve got you on hands-free speaker in my car,” Terra said. “I’m most of the way home but some asshole is driving like it’s the 1800s and he’s in a horse and buggy. God, it’s a fuckin’ highway, man. OK, I’m around him.”

I hadn’t realised Terra would be an impatient driver, but then I could only imagine how I’d feel if I got stuck behind a ponderously slow driver when I was going through something and just wanted to get home. “Do you want to-”

“Robbie, stop trying to be sweet and shit,” Terra mumbled.

“Stopping Sweet and Shit right away,” I smirked, making Cattie roll her eyes and Cassidy snort from where she was finishing off licking the beater.

“JC broke up with me,” Terra said.

I raised my eyebrows at the same time Cattie raised hers as we glanced at each other. “He did?” I asked.

“Wow,” Cattie murmured.

JC was as close to the ‘golden retriever boyfriend’ I’d ever seen in real life; though to be fair, I’d been described that way in my relationship with Cass by people too. The thing was, Juan Carlos had all the good and bad features of that description - he was eager, and happy, and friendly, and helpful. But he was also easily distracted, didn’t think things through or very far ahead, and he wasn’t a neutered golden retriever so he thought with his dick too frequently. He was the best version of a perpetual frat bro, not yet willing to grow up.

And Terra wanted an adult relationship, wanted to grow with someone instead of becoming their mother. She’d been frustrated and sad about needing to end things with him since they’d gotten into a deep and too-comfortable rut, but also hopeful about us and what could be.

“Apparently he was thinking about it the whole flight back,” Terra said. “Though he slept for a bunch of it so I think we’re talking, like, fifteen minutes at best. But we basically got into my car and he asked me to drive him to his friend’s place, and I was like ‘What the fuck? We just got back, we need to go home,’ and that’s when he said we should break up because he really likes me but I’ve gotten too ‘downer’ and he doesn’t think he can make me happy anymore. Apparently, he’s already worked out that since we rent a place from his uncle we can get out of our lease easily, and he’s gonna move back to Florida next month sometime. In the meantime he’s asking me to move out in like a week and a half, because that’s how long he can crash with his buddy - don’t ask me why it’s specifically to next Wednesday, I don’t know - and then he’ll handle the final move out for his stuff and handing the place back over to his uncle. How the fuck he came up with this plan in fifteen minutes on the plane and then got it all sorted while we were waiting at baggage claim I don’t know, but I’m willing to bet his Mom has had this plan ready for ages because she’s always kind of side-eyed me since I’m a model. I mean, what the fuck? He’s a model and somehow I’m not good enough for him? I bet he texted her and she had it all ready to go. So apparently I’m fucking single now and I’m going to need to move before next Wednesday and there’s no fucking good reason for me to stay here in Louisiana compared to back home, but there's no way in hell I want to move to bumfuck Texas, but if I get a place in a city in Texas then I’m going to be locked into a lease and shit for at least a year so that’s not super viable either. Plus I’ll have to figure out a whole fucking social circle before we get the ‘big plan’ rolling so I don’t go insane just living like an urban hermit in between gigs and I don’t want to have to do that and then do it all over again a year later or however long it takes and-”

“Terra,” I interrupted her loudly, and she finally stopped and took a breath. “You’re single now?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Will you be-”

“Don’t ask me that,” Terra said quickly. “Not over the phone please, Robbie.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, blushing at the look both Cass and Cattie were giving me. I thought the plan was to make us official as soon as she’d pulled the trigger on JC, but apparently, I was wrong?

“How are you feeling?” Cattie asked.

“Awful,” Terra said. “Relieved. Excited. Guilty. Sad. Sad and guilty that I feel sad, and excited, and relieved. OK, I’m a fucking mess. I called you guys as soon as I dropped him off at his friend’s place.”

“My suggestion is that Terra comes to ‘visit us,’” Cassidy said, putting a big air quote around the visit part. “I’m thinking she could bring all her stuff out this way? She could stay for a couple of weeks, see how she likes Vegas?”

And never leave, I read Cassidy’s intentions. I wasn’t sure why we weren’t just asking Terra to move in. “Would that help, hon?” I asked Terra. “You can come crash with us for a few weeks, figure out your next move?”

“... Yes,” she finally said, and I could hear the emotional relief in her voice. I’d felt so in tune with her on the boats - not like with Becca, but I’d always felt like I knew what she was feeling at least - and I wondered if maybe this shortish-term long-distance thing with the girls was going to be harder than I thought.

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