Chapter Twenty Two

                                    

                                          
Vic's POV
                          
It's been over a month since Kellin and I got a divorce and I was stuck contemplating something. I swished the beer around in its bottle and let out a sigh as I leaned my forearms against my thighs. In my other hand rested the number from the guy at the liquor store and I had no idea what to do with it.
                          
I hadn't dated anyone else besides Kellin, so I really didn't even know how to play the field. I didn't know how to flirt or any of that kind of stuff. When Kellin and I got together were both just awkward and nerdy, now everything was different. I knew I couldn't just be single forever and I should probably accept that it was okay to move on. I was still young, just in my thirties, there was still plenty of time to move on, I just didn't know how to go about it.  
                          
I guess the first thing to do would to be to actually call this guy.
                          
"Hey Papa," Alan said, walking into the apartment. I looked up to find him with a backpack over his shoulder and Austin's arm wrapped around his waist. I crinkled my nose.  "Everything okay?"
                          
I nodded and finished off my beer. "I'm contemplating something."
                          
"Which is?"
                          
"To call this guy back," I murmured, looking down at the number and the little winky face at the end.
                          
"Like to hang out or a date?" He asked with a hint of anger.
                          
"A date," I said and arched my brow. "Why?"
                          
"What about Mom?"
                          
"What about him?"
                          
"Don't you still love him?'
                          
I shrugged. "Does it matter?"
                          
"You can't just move on! It's been a month!"
                          
"And? He's probably moved on already too, what did you think was going to happen?" I asked, him.
                          
"He hasn't moved on, all he does is work."
                          
"So do I, I need some fun in my life. I need to move on, Alan."
                          
He rolled his eyes at me. "Whatever."
                          
"That's awesome dude. I'm happy for you and I think you should call this guy." Austin said, earning a glare from Alan. 
                          
I smiled. "I think I'm going to. I think it's good for me to move past Kellin, I mean, I've never been with anyone else."
                          
Austin smiled at me, "I'm happy for you."
                          
Alan rolled his eyes and stomped away.
                          
"He's being dramatic," I muttered. "What did he expect?"
                          
"Everything that won't happen." He sighed.
                          
I chuckled and shook my head as I grabbed a beer and threw it to him. "He's still convinced Kellin and I are going to look at each other and realize that we just made a big mistake and that we're going to be a happy family again, isn't he?"
                          
"Pretty much."
                          
I shook my head and grabbed another beer. "I need a light buzz before I call him."
                          
He chuckled, "That's always a great idea."
                          
"Come here," I muttered, popping the top on my beer.
                          
"What?" He asked, sitting beside me. 
                          
"I don't know how to do this," I sighed.
                          
"Do what?"
                          
"This whole dating thing."
                          
"I don't know, be yourself."