flying in every direction.
“What are you doing?” I ask, catching a shirt before it hits my face. I glance around her room, eyeing the clothes and shoes that are strewn across her floor and bed.
“I can’t find my blue top; you know the one that makes my boobs look really good?” Her voice is slightly panicked.
“You mean the one with the sequins across the neckline?”
“Yes! Have you seen it?” She glances back over her left shoulder, her eyes hopeful.
I nod, smiling. “It was hanging in the laundry room this morning.”
“Ugh, the one place I haven’t looked.” She sighs and pushes herself up off the floor. “I’ve been looking for that shirt everywhere.”
“Hey, do you have plans tonight?” I ask, following her back through the living room and into the kitchen. I open the fridge door, hoping to find something remotely healthy to snack on, but as I scan the empty shelves, I settle for a bottle of water.
“I was hoping we would have plans.” She glances at me over her shoulder. “Now hear me out before you say anything, okay?”
“Okay.” I answer, my voice cautious. Sure, I wanted to go out tonight, but the look on her face and tone in her voice make me nervous as to what she’s about to propose.
“Well, there’s a barbeque tonight at Josh’s place, but don’t worry, I’ve already checked and Carter won’t be there,” she finishes all in one breathe. I guess to make sure I don’t give her a resounding no before she can get it all out.
I take a large gulp of water and swallow. Before I answer, I scan over her features and see the desperation in her eyes. It makes me realize that this is exactly what I don’t want to happen. I don’t want the issue I have with Carter to get in the way of my relationship with my best friend or her relationship with her boyfriend. As much as I don’t want to admit it, Carter not being there is a step in the right direction and, for that reason alone, it increases my chances of going.
“Sounds fun.” I shrug, taking another sip of water.
“Really?” she asks, her eyes wide. “That easy? You’re not going to make me beg?”
I shake my head.
“Wow, I thought I was going to have to promise you my first born or something.”
❧
We pull up to a house where a few cars line the driveway and along the curb. It’s a nice house—a really nice house. I look around the neighborhood and wonder how two college students can afford to have a place like this.
“Crazy, nice house, huh?” Jenna asks, taking the words right out of my mouth.
“Yeah, really nice. Is this one of their parents’ house or something?” I peer out the window and take in the two story house that’s covered in river rock and redwood. There’s a flag stone path leading up to the expansive front porch.
“Yeah, it’s Josh’s parents’ place... one of many. They have like five houses spread out over the country. Why couldn’t I have been blessed with rich parents that gave me their big, badass house to spend my college years in?”
“Hey, I like our apartment,” I argue and glare over at her, pretending to be offended.
She smiles. “You’re right. The house may be super badass, but it doesn’t come with you, so I’d give it back in a heartbeat.”
I return her smile and then shift my eyes back to the house in front of me. Nerves are swimming around in my stomach and I try to tell myself to calm down. This is not a big deal. It’s just a small get together at my best friend’s boyfriend’s house. It’s not a big deal .
“You okay?” Jenna asks when she turns the car off.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“You sure? You kinda look like you’re gonna puke.”
I turn to glare at her again, this time not pretending. “Thanks. Real confidence booster.”
“Kidding.” She smiles. “You look beautiful as always. Now, let’s go have some fun.”
We get out of the car, walk up the flagstone path, and directly into the house, not even bothering to