How To Cure A Heartbreak

 

“She’s just a girl.” Tyler, another one of Mike’s close friends, said as they were discussing the issue at a pizza joint. “Seriously dude, there are like, other fish in the sea… or whatever they call it,” He shrugged helplessly, “Get over it and stop moping about,”

 

            Mike tilted his chair back, gulping down a mouthful of nachos. “Yeah, but… I mean, we’ve been together for 4 effing years, of course I’d be pissed off to see her in bed with a guy, nonetheless my best friend!”

 

            “Damn!” He cursed, falling back as his chair lost its balance and fell to the ground.

 

            Tyler stifled his laugh, putting on a concerned look on his tanned face, “You okay?” He asked, grinning.

 

            “Yeah, and thank you for your concern,” Mike replied sarcastically. He stood up nervously, aware of all the eyes around the restaurant on him.

 

            Great, more unwanted attention.

 

            As he sat back down on the chair, he noticed a pair of blue-green eyes on him. A girl who looked around 19 or 20 was laughing at him, but somehow it made him feel better about himself, and not a total loser who had just crashed and burned.

 

            He mouthed a quick “hey” to her and smiled, hoping that she would return it.

            She did, her shoulder-length blonde hair glistening from the sunrays streaming in through the glass pane behind her.

 

            Mike smiled to himself, she wasn’t Lindsay, but right now all he needed was another companion.

 

            Okay, maybe all the unwanted attention did bring him some good.

 

It had been a few months since the split, and both Mike and Lindsay were doing fine, repeatedly telling themselves that they were over each other.

 

            It was just, as they called it, a “fling”.

 

            A four-year fling, though?

 

            I don’t think so.

 

            “Whose party is this again?” Mike buttoned the final button on his black Ralph Lauren shirt, checking his appearance in the mirror.

 

 

             “Some friend of a friend,” Tyler replied, applying some gel to his hair.

 

            “Doesn’t matter. Free booze, free food, girls... I’m there.”  

 

            Mike smiled to himself. Of course, he should be excited to finally make an appearance in the clubbing scene, after what he called mourning for the past few weeks over his failed relationship with Lindsay; he should be more than ready to get out there and meet new people… preferably girls.

 

            “Yeah, totally. Me too. Let’s go,” He grabbed his car keys from the table and revved up the engine of his black Mercedes SLK.

 

            This was going to be a night full of unexpected events; he could sense it.

           

            Lindsay sighed, “I hope this goes well… I really can’t risk more problems right now,” She scanned through the spacious club where she would be celebrating her birthday.

 

            “I’m sure it will; stop stressing. People are going to be arriving any minute now,” Cara, her party-planner and friend, glanced at her Cartier watch.

 

            The club had been decorated lavishly, with chandeliers and disco balls hanging from the ceiling, to the buffet table assorted with food from all around the world, and the bar which had been stocked up with alcohol and soda.

            Lindsay came from a well-off family, so she could afford to go the extra mile.

            Red velvet curtains hung down the entrance and the exit and by the side was a small stage for the band to perform on. Bouncers stood by the VIP room and mahogany tables and cushioned chairs lined the cream-colored walls.

 

            There were even flame torches decorated by the walls to brighten up the atmosphere.

 

            The party was based on a masquerade theme, so there was also an array of masks to choose from for guests who had forgot to bring their own.

            “I hope you’re right, C…” Lindsay trailed off, “How many people are coming again?

 

            Cara looked through the guest list briefly, “Around 120, but some few people have plus ones.”

 

            “Like who?”

 

            “Um… I’m not sure, we’ll see when they come, right?” Cara tried to hide her anxiety. “Oh, look! Someone’s here!” She quickly changed the topic as people began to stream in from the doors, wishing Lindsay a happy birthday and giving her extravagant gifts.

 

            The night had only just begun.

 

Reviews

[T]

Wow! You got my attention from the very beginning. Very descriptive, the imagery is outstanding! I started from the middle I see! lol I''ll start from the beginning ... hugs

[David]

I like where you're going with this. Kind of mysterious right now. Keep it going, I'm looking forward to the next chapter.