Chapter 2: It Wouldn’t Hurt
Trevor Dobbs stands on the wide front porch of his new house. His bare front porch.
Marcy, the interior designer he called that morning, is pulling up on to his driveway in a Nissan SUV. She steps out with big leather-bound binders in her arms. She looks like she sounded over the phone: Friendly, helpful, the neighbor-next-door.
He introduces himself then points to the neighbor’s porch across the street. “I want something like that.” A welcoming set of tables, chairs, a couch, and throw pillows. Orange and blue pillows. A slice of sun and sky.
He wants to sit over there and relax with a beer. “Hi, I’m Trevor. Don’t mind me. Just welcoming myself to the neighborhood.”
He leads Marcy inside his home. The smell of pewter gray paint still lingers. He has no paintings, no couch, no throw pillows. Only a TV, table, chair on the first level, and a bed and nightstand upstairs. It’s temporary. But temporary has already turned into three weeks.
How could he bring a girl home when he has no furniture? Not that there is a girl.
He tells Marcy to help herself to the lone chair as they discuss decorating styles. He’s overwhelmed by the choices, the pictures in the binders.
Marcy asks, “Why don’t you start by telling me about yourself? Sometimes I can get a feeling for a person’s style based on things I hear about them. What do you do?”
“I’m an architect. I designed this house, actually. You would think that as an architect, I would have some sense of how to design the inside of a house. But unfortunately, no.”
“Do you have any hobbies?”
“I go to the gym. I sketch landscapes here and there. I…”
“How long have you lived in the area?”
“Less than a month ago. I was about an hour away before. East.”
He may be wrong, but he thinks she’s giving him a once-over.
“What do you do for fun?” she asks.
She did say that she wanted to know things about him, but what does his social life have to do with interior design?
He replies, “I like to shoot pool, go watch games, happy hour, that kind of stuff. My friends aren’t as close by anymore, so I don’t hang out much lately.”
She’s doing it again, sort of sizing him up. “Do you have a girlfriend?” she asks bluntly.
“Uh, no.” This is starting to get weird.
She slides a binder away from her. “I’m sorry to be so intrusive,” she starts off. Then she says, “Oh, hell. I’m not sorry. Listen, I have a daughter…” She starts thumbing through her phone. Probably finding a picture.
Trevor shifts his footing. Marcy seems really nice and all, but Trevor finds this awkward. She’s an interior decorator, who has been in his house for 30 minutes, and she wants to hook him up with her daughter. Something must be wrong with.…
Marcy turns the phone in Trevor’s direction.
Woah. She’s actually kinda hot. The picture is a selfie of mother and daughter. The younger is totally Trevor’s type. Bright eyes, an even brighter smile. The tail end of a thick ponytail wraps its way over her petite shoulder. She’s wearing shorts. Her legs are toned and shapely.
“I’m going to be honest with you,” Marcy says. “We recently made a bet that I could play matchmaker.” She puts her phone back on the table. “Zoe’s had a tough break when it comes to dating. But as you can see, she’s a beautiful girl. I’m biased, of course,” she smiles.
There’s no bias. She is beautiful. He couldn’t deny that fact.
“If you’re interested in chatting on the phone or something, I can check with her,” says Marcy. “And you know, if it doesn’t work out, you’ll at least have a new friend in the area.” She shrugs.
Trevor appreciates how realistic Marcy is being, that she’s not already planning her daughter’s wedding.
“What’s her name?”
“Zoe,” Marcy says.
A girl named Zoe sounds like she’d be fun, a little feisty, too.
“Okay,” he says. “You’re right. It wouldn’t hurt to make a new friend.”
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4 thoughts on “The Bachelorette Blogger, a Story, Chapter 2: It Wouldn’t Hurt”
Like the pace and immediacy from use of present tense and the short choppy sentences.
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Thank you, librepaley8! I’m glad to hear that. This story has been a good exercise to help me make my fiction scenes leaner. That skill is a work-in-progress! 🙂 BTW, there’s a great blog I enjoy, SunDowning, that does a wonderful job of creating gripping, short scenes that are probably less than 500 words each. https://betablockersforthenight.wordpress.com
I agree! And I think you have also established all of your characters as likeable, relatable people in a very short time.
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That’s great to hear. Thanks so much, Laura! — RP