Title: A Fine Line
Author: Kori
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nope, 'tis A/U
Characters/Pairing: Lita and Alex Shelley to start, others appearing soon
Summary: There's a fine line between love and hate..
Prompt: House ;;
TableWarnings: Language, possible adult situations
Notes: Nothing to say yet but if I can think of anything, it'll go here. This is one of five stories for the Wild Card Challenge
Previously:
Tags 2 Years Prior
Alex Shelley was elated, having received a once in a lifetime job opportunity as a lead graphic designer for an up and coming software company in Orlando. He would have the chance to work on video games and comic books, truly a dream job.
All he had to do now was tell his girlfriend of six years.
“Ames?” Alex called out as he entered the house that he and Amy had recently purchased. A historic Queen Anne style in much need of repair and renovation, but it was theirs.
“In the sunroom,” Amy called back, “did you pick up that new paint?”
Alex grinned as he entered the room, arms wrapping around her and proceeding to spin her around. “I got the job.”
Amy returned his exuberant kiss, “that’s great! I have news, too.”
“Really?”
“I got the loan from the bank to renovate the bookstore and got permission to add on the ice-cream parlor.”
Alex’s face fell slightly, “really?”
Amy’s forehead furrowed, “is something wrong?”
He rubbed the back of his neck, “the job is in Orlando.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah…. They’ll pay for our relocation.”
Amy arched an eyebrow, “excuse me? Alex, we just bought this house and I just got that loan from the bank. We can’t move.”
Alex crossed his arms, “Amy, this is the best job offer I’m going to get.”
“Then you’re just going to go without me because I’m not leaving Athens.”
“What?”
Amy placed her hands on her hips, “you heard me. I love you and I’m happy for you, but I can’t leave. I’ve invested everything I have into this house and the bookstore.”
Alex gritted his teeth, “well I can’t turn this job down.”
She clenched her jaw, “then you do what you need to do. I’m not leaving.”
He threw up his hands in frustration, heading upstairs to the bedroom they shared. For the next several hours, Amy could hear him walking up and down the stairs and outside to his car.
“You won’t change your mind?”
“No,” she said without turning, nearly finished with one wall of the sunroom. “And I don’t think we can do a long-distance relationship.”
“Fine,” he replied. “I do love you, Amy.”
“I love you too, Alex.”
She didn’t turn around as his footsteps echoed through the house but she did watch his car leaving the driveway; a piece of her going with him.