The Holly Dates

by Brittainy C. Cherry

She looked nervous, too, which was odd. Cassie excelled at being in front of crowds. We’d had dozens of book signings where her extroverted self shone brightly. Was she sweating? Even with all the people, the room wasn’t warm.

Hmm what is going on here...

“I object!” I blinked once. Then twice. Then three times. I stared at Daniel.

Now daniel.....

Her eyes were glassy. The shock in her stare transitioned to remorse. “He’s leaving you.”

They sleeping togethef

I was perplexed until I realized he wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at Cassie. My Cassie. My coauthor. My very, very best friend.

I KNEW IT

“I love you, too,” she said back to Daniel as if I didn’t exist. Daniel stepped toward Cassie and held his hand out.

We would be tussling!

Novels saved millions of people from uncomfortable situations.

I reached out my hand to shake his, but before I could, he said, “You look a bit bigger than you do in your photographs.”

Baby run lol

The other day, I fell into a weird part of social media and watched a shirtless man chop wood for like five hours straight, and then he crushed a watermelon with his thighs. Why was he crushing fruit with his thighs?

Girl you need help lol

As a millennial, I did what most of us did regarding trauma. I sent self-deprecating memes to my friends, worked longer hours so I wouldn’t have to face my emotions, and buried said trauma deep, deep down while reminiscing about how great ’90s music was.

Lollll i love being a millenial

Tears began rolling down Penelope’s cheeks. I forced mine to stay put. I couldn’t fall apart when my wife needed me the most.

That is devastating

I’m looking for my soul mate. My lover. My friend. I want the yin to my yang so we can go on crazy adventures together—Apple picking in the fall, beaches in the summer. I want a well-educated man who’s emotionally invested in his mental health and soul journey. A bonus if you like Pilates. A double bonus if you don’t go by initials.’ You’re joking with this, right?”

Oh goodness Holly

So…I’m the Holly you’re looking for? Kai You’re the Holly I’m looking for. Holly

Ahhhh

I wanted to put my name in the hat officially. I wanted to get the opportunity to be your date for the holidays. I figured this is how most of the guys are applying

Okkkkk Kai!

He walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple from the fruit basket. “Oh.” He tossed the apple into the air before brushing it against his shirt. Then he took a big bite and said, “I downloaded dating apps and catfished as you.”

Omggggg

It was the same freaking Matthew I’d spent the past two months with. The same Matthew who wined and dined me. The same Matthew who showed his true colors to me and disappeared completely from my life after I wouldn’t hook up with him. Matthew was MJ! Matthew was Alec’s MJ! How in the world was this even possible? How had my life gone from semi-dramatic to a full dramatic stop? I’m going to vomit…

Wtffff

“It’s not yours, Kai.” Four words. One heartbreak. “How can you be sure? How can you know for a fact that—” “Kai,” she cut in. She shook her head.

Penelope you trifling B!

But that’s the thing with triggers in life—they pop up even when you thought you got over an issue.

“You’re just going through a storm right now. It can’t rain forever.”

“You’re the best person I’ve ever known.”

Awww

My Holly Jolly. My forever date. For as long as we both shall live.

Awww