Exes and Owen - Episode 1
by Kayla Parent
I’m sorry, there must be something wrong with my hearing.
Did you just say you’re going to call all of your exes?
Yup.
To ask them why they broke up with you?
Yup.
ON VALENTINE’S DAY?!
You make it sound like it’s a crazy idea.
It IS a crazy idea!
Why would you ever want to do that?!
Because I’ve been broken up with three times now.
And each time, I’ve been completely blindsided.
I just want to know the truth.
I want to know WHY.
Let me save you the trouble…
They were morons! That’s why!
Eh, you just have to say that because you’re my best friend.
No. I’m saying that because you’re amazing.
And yeah, you’ve had some bad luck with love.
But we’re young!
You have all the time in the world to find THE ONE.
At this rate, I’m going to chase off “THE ONE” and not even realize it.
That’s not true!
Please let me take you out for Valentine’s Day instead.
We can go to that sushi place you like.
No.
I’ve given this a lot of thought, Martha.
And this is something I need to do.
UGH. Fine.
It’s your decision.
But for the record, I don’t have a good feeling about this.
I know.
And your concern is appreciated.
But right now, I’d rather you give me your well-wishes.
Who are you calling today?
All of them.
Dan.
Mike.
And Asher.
Oh my god.
Yeah, you’ve definitely got my well-wishes.
Because you’re going to need all the luck you can get.
Martha blows me a kiss and we say goodbye.
After we hang up, I fluff my hair as the FaceTime rings.
I’m so nervous.
And it sucks, because Dan is the guy I’m least worried about calling.
He’s pretty chill.
Laid back.
And we didn’t necessarily end on bad terms.
But—
WHOOAAA.
Blast from the past.
What’s up, Shirley girly?
This is a good sign.
He’s using old nicknames.
And has a big lopsided grin on his handsome face.
He sounds genuinely happy to talk to me.
This is going to be okay…
Right??
Hey Dan…the man.
How are you?
Couldn’t be better.
Last semester of school and then I’m free!
I give him a genuine smile.
That’s great.
I’m really proud of you.
I’m proud of myself!
I mean, ME!? Graduate?!
Who ever would have thought it, huh?
Uh…
My smiles fades.
Me.
I believed in him.
Dan cracks a smile.
Well, I guess you did…
Even though I changed my major four times when we were together.
Remember how everyone else said I was just a goofball?
You always knew I was more than that.
I smile at him.
This IS good.
Dan recognizes me as a positive influence in his life.
But then he plows on.
Anyway, I still have stuff to look forward to after graduation…
I’ll be headed on that summer fishing trip!
Ah…right.
The…fishing trip.
The one with your brothers.
Are you…still going for an entire year?
Yup.
Dan’s expression is so nonchalant.
But I’m squirming in my seat at the words ‘fishing trip.’
It was supposedly the reason why he broke up with me.
‘What’s the point of us dating now when I’m just going to be leaving next year?’
I always had a feeling there was more to it.
That’s when I hear laughter in the background…
And I decide to get to the point.
Look Dan, the reason I’m calling…
Is because I want to talk about why we broke up.
His grin falters and he looks away from the phone.
Uhh…you do?
Yes.
I know that’s probably the last thing you want to hear…
But I realized I need some closure on the whole thing.
He pulls anxiously on his tie.
Wait, are you wearing a tie?
This is a surprise.
Why’s he dressed so nicely?
I’ve only known him to wear jeans and t-shirts.
I…look, I don’t know what you want me to say about our breakup.
It’s just…
I thought we had a good thing going.
We laughed together.
We had the same taste in movies.
And we supported each other.
But the next thing I know…
You’re saying it’s not going to work out because of the fishing trip.
He’s cringing…
And doesn’t meet my eyes.
Yeah, well, that’s true.
I am going on the fishing trip.
It wouldn’t have made sense to—
Suddenly, a voice in the background calls his name.
A feminine voice.
Are you coming Danny baby?
We’re going to miss our reservation!
Dan cringes as he meets my eyes.
I work hard to keep my face blank.
Is that a Valentine’s Day date?
He nods.
I try to make a joke.
Let me guess…
You met her on Tinder and used the whole “sorry my dog ran into your DMs” bit.
He shakes his head.
Give me some more credit, Shirley.
I wouldn’t use our thing.
And actually, Cher and I have been dating for three months.
She’s…my girlfriend.
My stomach sinks.
So it wasn’t the fishing trip then?
There was another reason you dumped me?
I feel like a fool.
Clearly the problem was me.
Dan must see the look on my face…
Because he sighs with pity.
Look Shirley, do you want to know the truth?
I’m not sure I do anymore…
But I nod.
You were too mature.
Too responsible.
You knew what you wanted out of life…
And it was too much pressure trying to keep up.
I instantly go on the defensive.
So you broke up with me because I had my life together?
I’m trying to be honest here.
You’re a great girl…
But I needed someone who was willing to go with the flow a bit more.
Someone a bit more relaxed. Loose.
A relationship that was a bit more…fun.
The last word echoes like the slam of a gavel.
God, the truth hurts.
But it’s what I asked for…
So I can hardly blame him.
I see.
Well, I appreciate your honesty.
I won’t keep you any longer.
Shirley—
Goodbye Dan.
Have fun on your date.
You look nice, by the way.
My feelings are hurt…
But I’m not going to take it out on him.
It’s just not worth it.
Dan takes the hint.
Thanks Shirley.
We hang up a few minutes later…
And I give myself a bit of time to gather my thoughts.
Dan was supposed to be the easy one.
I know that my next conversation won’t be.
I clear my throat as the call goes through to Mike.
He doesn’t pick up until the fourth ring.
I know he was debating picking up at all.
Mike has a very busy schedule, after all.
Shirley?
Is everything okay?
I take in his handsome face.
He’s also in a button-up…
But unlike Dan, this isn’t surprising.
Mike is a workaholic…
And is rarely dressed down.
Hi Mike.
I’m fine. I was just hoping you had a minute to talk.
I see him glance down at what I know is an expensive watch.
I have a few minutes.
What is it?
Mike’s words are blunt.
To the point.
I feel some old frustrations rise up…
But I tamp them down.
I’m hoping to get some closure on why you broke up with me.
I know you said you were too busy for a girlfriend…
But I feel like we were making it work.
He sighs.
I can tell he’s annoyed.
I rush to explain myself.
Something about Mike always makes me feel insecure.
I went to all your work functions.
I got along with your friends.
And when it was just us…
I thought we had…fun.
There’s that word again.
Was that also the problem with my relationship with Mike?
Am I a boring person?
Does he think I’m a stick-in-the-mud too?
Mike rubs a hand across his face…
Look, Shirley, I don’t really have time for this…
But then he looks at me and sighs.
Mike used to care about me.
And I can still see a small spark of it in his eyes.
But okay, the thing is…
You and I had different ideas of fun.
Remember your birthday?
What’s he getting at?
Yeah, we had fun on my birthday!
We went to that burger place I’d been wanting to try.
Mike gives me a look.
You had fun on your birthday.
I hated being in that dive.
I went out of my way to get reservations at La Mer…
And you made me cancel them.
Because you wanted to go to some burger joint.
La Mer.
Yuck.
I couldn’t read a thing on that menu.
And seriously, who wants snails for their birthday?
And yes, you went to my work functions…
But you didn’t have anything in common with my coworkers.
I don’t mean this in a bad way…
But you stuck out like a sore thumb.
Especially when you insisted on wearing those colorful dresses and pins.
I can’t NOT take offense to that.
So you broke up with me because of my wardrobe choices?
No. I broke up with you because I didn’t think we were a good match.
I work on Wall Street…
And you’re a First Grade teacher.
I’m more of a serious type…
And you’re…
I know what he wants to say.
Because he’s said it before, during one of our fights.
I spare him from having to say again.
I know what you think, Mike. I’m too silly.
Well, I appreciate your honesty.
I try my best to keep a mature, composed face.
And he just shrugs and looks away.
I gotta run.
Is there anything else?
No.
That’s it.
Goodbye Mike.
I hang up, instantly dreading this last call.
But I’m also unbearably confused.
Dan said I was strung up too tight.
And Mike said I wasn’t serious enough.
So maybe Asher will be the tie-breaker.
Even though he’s the one who hurt me the most.
To my shock, the phone picks up on the first ring.
And in an even bigger shock, it’s not Asher…
It’s his roommate, Owen.
The tension in my chest eases at the sight of him.
Seeing his wide smile makes me happier than I’ve been all night.
What?! Owen!
You’re stilling living with Asher?
How have you been?!
Better, now that I’m seeing you.
And yeah, when I saw it was you calling…
I just had to pick up Asher’s phone.
I’m glad you did.
God, we used to have so much fun together!
We sure did.
Hey! Is that the pin I got you?
I look down at my chest.
There’s a coffee cup pin sitting there proudly.
I tap it twice.
‘Tears of my students.’
Owen laughs.
Oh, man. I still love that thing.
Asher never did.
Hearing my flattened tone, Owen quickly changes the subject.
So how have you been, Shirley?
I’ve been good!
School is great.
And check out my new apartment.
I scan the phone around and hear him whistle through his teeth.
I love it.
Colorful and fun, just like you.
After tonight, his words hit me like a shot to the chest.
Embarrassingly, I feel tears form in my eyes.
I blink them away before he notices.
But Owen never misses a beat…
And I see his gaze narrow with confusion.
You okay?
I quickly shift the conversation onto the real reason for my call.
Yes, fine. So, I know this is out of the blue…
But I was hoping to talk to Asher.
Owen reaches up to scratch the back of his neck.
He’s uh…a bit busy right now.
His eyes glance quickly in the direction of Asher’s room…
And I get the feeling he isn’t playing video games.
The tears flood my eyes again.
This time, I can’t stop them.
Which is stupid, because I don’t even care if Asher is with someone else.
I’m just so overwhelmed.
Another stupid thing?
This whole “calling my exes” idea.
Why didn’t I listen to Martha?
Owen’s voice brings me back to the present.
Aww Shirley.
Who cares about Asher?
You’re way too good for him.
You caught him in bed with another woman, remember?
And when you ran out of the room…
He didn’t even chase you.
I hang my head.
I know.
Did you know that he broke up with me through text after that?
Owen winces and rubs his jaw.
Honestly, that sounds like him.
Look, if you’re still hung up on Ash—
I shake my head furiously.
I’m not still hung up on him, I swear.
It’s just…
I sigh.
I decide to tell him the truth.
Owen has always been so easy to talk to.
Things haven’t really been working out for me in the relationship department.
And I’m convinced that it must be me.
So I’ve been calling my exes to find out what I’ve been doing wrong.
This time Owen shakes his head.
Sounds like a terrible way to spend Valentine’s Day.
What did they tell you?
I lick my lips.
A nervous habit.
I see his eyes lock in on the movement.
It reminds me that he used to do that a lot.
One told me I was no fun.
The other told me I didn’t take life seriously enough.
Owen rolls his eyes.
I was hoping Asher would tell me which one of those is right.
This time, Owen snorts.
You value Asher’s opinion?
Seriously?
I pause.
Do I?
Should I?
Owen leans in closer to the phone.
You should have saved yourself the trouble and just called me.
I would have told you the truth.
That it’s not you.
It’s them.
I give him a sad smile.
You sound like Martha.
That’s because Martha knows you.
And I know you.
So we’re the ones who know the truth.
I look down.
I’m not convinced.
I know what you’re thinking…
Why trust me?
Because I know there is a real reason it didn’t work out with those guys.
Too fun…not fun enough…
That’s not really it.
Someday, you’re going to find someone who thinks you’re just right.
Because you are.
I look up at him then…
And even through the phone, I feel his sincerity.
He’s such a good person.
Why can’t I find a guy like Owen?
Thank you.
You really know how to cheer a girl up.
He smiles and leans back on the couch.
That’s me.
With the new angle of the phone…
I see the Japanese menu beside him.
Hey, what’s that on the couch?
Are you ordering sushi??
Yup.
I’ve got a date tonight.
With a huge plate of spicy salmon rolls.
My stomach growls.
Loudly.
That sounds amazing.
You know what? I should do the same thing.
Owen looks up at me.
Even through the phone, his eyes are intense.
Well…
I was on my way out to pick it up.
Want me to grab you something while I’m there?
I can swing it by your place, no problem.
My heart starts beating faster.
The way he’s looking at me…
I’ve seen that look in his eyes before…
And I finally let myself acknowledge it for what it is.
Longing.
A thought enters my head.
And I realize it’s been there for a while…pushing to get through…
But I wouldn’t let it.
Why would I need to find a guy like Owen…
When I’ve got Owen right here?
I decide then and there.
And it’s the easiest decision I’ve made in a long time.
I smile.
Yeah. That would be great.
And…why don’t you stick around?
I’ll set the table for two.
He smile grows so wide it nearly splits his handsome face in two.
I’d like that.
Great.
I’ll text you my address.
See you soon.
I hang up and do a giddy little dance.
And I think about Owen’s words.
Maybe for somebody, somewhere…
I am just right.
And maybe it’s happening now.
With Owen.
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