Holding Out for a Hero
Victoria Van Tiem
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A funny, bitter-sweet romantic dramedy set to an 80's soundtrack.
The problem with first love is that it never truly dies. Libby London fell in love in with the 80s, came of age in the 90s, and now, in the 21st Century, she's completely falling apart... Her New York City fashion sensibility is more 'vintage tragedy' than 'retro babe' and might just be what's holding her back in all matters of life and love...
At least that's what her well-meaning friends think. They've staged a #80sIntervention in an effort to bring Libby bang up-to-date. But how do you move forward when the one you love holds you in the past? Between her dreaded birthday party, friend's madcap ambush, and being forced to relocate her Pretty In Pink thrift shop, Libby's nearing the end of the rope... If her therapist isn't quick, it could be a literal one.
hoping Jasper’s quick to follow. Outside, I suck in a fast breath and blow it out so it plumps my cheeks. Right now, I pay eleven hundred a month plus utilities – that’s it. Five times the rent, plus a yearly maintenance fee, utilities and build-out? Less than two weeks. Worse location. I may be sick. Finn better find a way for Pretty in Pink to stay put, or . . . ‘Sorry. That isn’t going to work, is it?’ Jas says, catching my stride as I start to hail a cab. ‘No, but I really appreciate you
‘I think you hide behind a barrier of humour and sarcasm. That way, no one can see your vulnerability. And yes, I understand it’s a survival mechanism; but when is it off?’ After a beat, he lifts his chin. ‘So I have some homework for you. I’d like you to really try and get to know this next date. Let your guard down.’ Is everyone in on this? I stab a glare in his direction. He’s seriously grating on me. I’m on the edge of my seat, ready to leave. Dr P. lowers his voice. ‘I’m not attacking
right?’ ‘Isn’t that what we’ve all been saying?’ ‘Yeah, but it’s hard.’ I sigh in frustration. ‘Seth didn’t even list the rare vinyl collections in the display case, or the collection of concert tickets in the front cabinet. I mean, those are worth a small fortune.’ ‘Well, just make sure you do. If they want Pretty in Pink they have to pay its worth, right?’ ‘Right.’ The lump in my throat lodges impossibly deep. This is the easy part, the things I can assign a dollar amount to, but what about
like that. They breathe. The link exists even in the pauses, and the connection lasts a lifetime. ‘And you give me your word you’ll be back for the wedding?’ Dora asked, dabbing at her eyes as we finally broke apart. ‘God, of course.’ I sniffed. ‘And do you give me your word you’ll talk to your mom about that hideous fish-gut dress?’ Dora laughed, full and loud. ‘No promises.’ I reached over and included Dean in our squeeze. ‘Take care of my bestie.’ But I already knew he would. He always
#80sIntervention. People have started posting their own horrible Eighties pics and voting. It’s going viral.’ Snap-flash. ‘I’m gonna go viral, if you don’t stop it.’ I swipe for his phone but miss. ‘I need a drink,’ I say to myself, and start searching for the wine bottle I’ve all but drained. This is the first time I’ve really felt nervous. My hands are starting to tingle. What if this guy’s hideous? Or has a lazy eye? Then where do I look? ‘What time is it?’ Finn asks, looking to the wall