On the freaking edge

 MISTY: Do you know what you've done to me? (Misty couldn't help it. She needed to be honest. She wanted to tell Bishop the truth about Slater. Although, she'd leave his name out in the text. After all, she wanted to be a mystery to Bishop too. Of course, he hadn't texted her in weeks. Maybe, it was like sending a text to a dead phone.) I've had to have sex with someone just to get over you.

There it was sent. Hopefully, he'd shoot a text back. Possibly angry. She'd never gotten anything angry from Bishop. She sucked in a breath posed her best frown, took a selfie, and sent it. She gave herself a nod that she needed to do this. Only a few seconds later she realized she was a true idiot.

Yet she couldn't help but obsess over Bishop. How could someone exist and never show his face? He could be on the moon for all she knew. She needed this to stop. NOW. But her mind only stirred thoughts of Bishop and what he'd write back. Something. She hoped.

Naturally, this past week Slater had been avoiding her like the plague. Maybe he was giving her space. Maybe he wanted to act as if nothing ever happened at all. True, she was not in her right mind. They were both sloshed. It was best to say it was a ONE OFF. Never again. Never. Ever seeing him again. Especially, drinking. 

No wine. No Beer. Nothing. It was her new mantra and yet she thought she might shrivel up like a prune and no one would even notice her. She winced hard wondering what to do. Did she dive into finding someone new on the dating app? She went to the site on her phone. She gave herself a nod as to what to do next.

Stop.

It was a no-go. She was full of shit, she knew. An overgrown teenager perhaps. She sighed. Tears emerged. What was she going to do? Hide in her life forever. After a few more inhales and exhales after she put her phone away, she finally noticed the walls of her apartment were getting shabby. Finally, she dressed, which was basically a hoodie over her pajama bottoms and tank. It was time to take a trip to the hardware mega place. She'd paint these walls all by her lonesome. Or would she?