that’s why I'm sad. I think it's time. I mean … I'm never going to give up looking for who did this but I'm not going to focus on it so much now. I am going to trust that the police can do their job." Turning back around and facing her, I sigh. "Well, I'm going to try, anyway."
"You know I will be here for every step of the way. I would never let you go on this journey alone Marin. You’re more than my best friend, you’re the sister I never had." She winks.
Sitting back down on the couch I prop my feet up on the coffee table. "So how did it go today? And where is Joey?" She fidgets a bit and her cheeks turn a bright apple-red. "What?" I poke her in the side. "Why are you fidgeting and blushing?"
"I'm not! You're crazy. He had to go home to change."
Thoroughly confused now, I ask, "Why? What was wrong with what he wore to work? We work in a bookstore, not a construction site."
"I spilled coffee all over him in the car!" But she doesn't look like it was an accident. If it was just a coffee spilling accident, why the blushing? I continue staring at her with a sly grin. "You aren't going to let this go are you, Marin?" Nodding slowly, I start to laugh but our conversation is cut short when there is a quick knock at the door and Joey walks in.
"Hey, hey, lovely ladies! How are my two favorite girls doing?" Looking between the two of them and the googly eyes they are making at each other, it's obvious these two have something going on.
"OK, you two. I've had just about enough of this. What is going on?" Both of them look like deer caught in the headlights. "And don't tell me 'nothing' because if you do, I'm locking you in a room until someone does!"
"Whoa, whoa … calm down. Did I miss something?" Joey looks from Amelia to me. Confusion and maybe a touch of embarrassment makes his face scrunch up funny.
Standing up, I walk across the room, grab Joey's hand, pull him to the couch and push him down beside Amelia. "OK, you two. Talk, spill the beans, is there something going on between you two?"
At the same time, Joey says, "Yes" with a sly smile and Amelia says "No!" and you can clearly tell she is lying. I look at Joey because I'm more likely to get something out of him.
"OK, Joe, talk."
Amelia starts to say something, but I hold up my hand to tell her to shut it. Joey runs his hands through his hair, that I'm now noticing is getting pretty long. It hangs below his ears but it looks good on him. He's only two years younger than Benji, but other than his eyes, he doesn't resemble him much. It’s a good thing, because I’m not sure how much time I could spend with him if he did.
"Well, we didn't want to say anything because we didn't know if you were ready for it." My eyeballs grow bigger.
"Ready for what exactly?" I ask, slightly worried about what they are going to tell me. Amelia is bent in half, with her head buried in her lap.
"Well …" Amelia groans beside him and he reaches over and grabs her hand and squeezes it. "We kind of like each other, a lot."
Rolling my eyes, I jump up off the couch. "Wow, guys. Do you really think that I didn't know something was going on?" I stare back and forth between them with my hands on my hips. "And I'm kind of pissed that you thought it would bother me."
Amelia swiftly lifts her head. "We just thought the timing was off, with … just … everything." She waves her arms around like a maniac as she speaks.
"Come on. I love you both, and just because I'm sad doesn't mean you guys can't be together or show how much you care about each other. Don't hide the way you feel about each other because as we all know that we are not guaranteed tomorrow. It makes me happy to see that you guys are happy."
Now crying, Amelia jumps up and throws her arms around me. "Thank you, Marin. I love you so much."
"I love you too, peaches. Now—" I pull out of the hug and look at her with a smirk "—what happened with the coffee?"
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