Though Erin backed up, she glanced hesitantly towards the end of the corridor, she didn’t really want to leave, but she knew coming here was a bad idea. It had been way too long between them for her to just show up without any warning asking if she could stay, things weren’t back to normal yet. She desperately wanted things to be back to as they were two months ago, before that stupid little fight. Being friends with John brought out a childishness in her that really needed to come out, otherwise she would be just boring old Erin, the buzzkill. And it was that side of her that, triggered her mother into arranging that stupid little brunch of hers. She missed John more than anything, his playfulness, his dumb but funny jokes, his ability to bring out the fun side of her, she missed that a lot. She should’ve apologised a long time ago, but of course, Erin felt strongly that he was wrong about everything, it was just a little joke after, but as days turned into weeks, which slowly crept into months, she knew it was her that should’ve apologised and she should’ve done it a long time ago. When she heard the stiffness to his voice, her hope of going back to as they were dropped a little. “I know you did…” she said nodding slowly. “The whole brunch thing…that was true tho, I wouldn’t look like this if my mother wasn’t involved..you probably know that, or well I hope you do.”
Erin rocked on the balls of her heels wanting for his answer, throwing another very hesitant look down the corridor…she really didn’t want to go. When he spoke again, she looked at him expectantly, and immediately sighed away the stress that built up during their interaction. Seeing him smile, she broke out into a toothy grin, and god did it feel good, this was probably her first real smile in a long time. “Yup, pretty much,” she said nodding quickly, “Well, she doesn’t actually dislike you, just thinks you’re a bad influence for me. Can you believe that? You! You’re a bad influence in this friendship! Terrible. And don’t worry no one will come kicking down your door, the girls down at the club would think it’s too un-ladylike to do such a thing,” she said with a roll of her eyes.
Taking a step forward to her his apartment, she quickly stopped, “But wait before I come in a take over your couch, are we cool?… I am sorry for acting like a dick, I shouldn’t have yelled at you like I did…” she paused, this had been a long time coming, and no matter how much her ego was and how much she hated apologising to people, she had to tell herself that this was John, and if she didn’t say this now, things would be awkward. Sighing to herself she carried on, “If we’re not…I’d much rather sort it out right here than inside…”