Better Off Friends (23 page)
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Authors: Elizabeth Eulberg
Tags: #Young Adult, #Contemporary, #Romance
I knew exactly what he meant. Because she also scared me.
She scared me
because
I loved her.
On a scale from one to ten, how much of a pain was I after my injury? And please be honest.
Do you think I would hold back on you?
Unfortunately, no.
On a scale from one to ten? Thirteen.
Fair enough.
Now I have a question for you. On a scale from one to ten, how annoyed were you that I was going to the dance with someone else?
Infinity.
I
t’s funny how quickly your opinion of a dance can change.
I always thought the idea of a winter dance was silly. It was only three months after homecoming and three months before prom — did we really need another reason to fret over dates, dresses, and the drama that follows such occasions?
But when a cute college guy asked me to go? Well, who was I to stand in the way of tradition? Plus, we all know how much I loved my distractions.
Alex took me out to eat the weekend before the dance. It was a nice change to have a guy pick me up instead of my having to constantly take Levi around. While I was more than happy to help him out, it was still a chore.
I kept glancing over my menu at Alex. He was only a couple inches taller than me, but he was lean, with broad shoulders, dark hair, and dark eyes — almost the exact opposite of Levi. I couldn’t understand why he would want to hang out with me, a high school girl.
“Hey.” Alex smiled at me. “Do you remember when we were little and we went up to Door County with our moms?”
My heart warmed at the memory. Our moms had been really close. So, in a way, Alex was my first guy friend. My warm-up to Levi.
“Yes, but as I remember, you weren’t that excited to be hanging out with a girl. Ew!” I scrunched up my face.
“That’s because I was an idiot.”
I did remember that week in Door County when I was six and Alex was eight. We’d gone swimming, went for walks among the cherry trees, and picked our own cherries — our hands and mouths stained red, our bellies full.
“I remember your mom had this
huge
hat.” He held his arms out wide. “That hat was
epic
.”
That hat
. I can still picture her in that black and white striped hat. It flopped nearly over her shoulders.
“Well, Mom and I have the same pasty white skin tone. Don’t you remember how burned I got?”
“Yes!” He shook his head. “Your mom took you outside and sprayed you with vinegar.”
“That stung so much! But it was better the next day.” I’d smelled for a bit, but once the vinegar had evaporated from my skin, it hadn’t been so awful. “Mom had some strange home remedies, but they worked.”
Alex looked at me thoughtfully. “Is it okay that we talk about her?”
“Of course.” I knew it would be a disservice if I didn’t celebrate the time I’d had with her.
At least that was the attitude I tried to have. I still would have my moments when I’d get sad. But I would’ve been worried if that hadn’t happened.
Alex got quiet. “I’m sorry we didn’t hang out much after.”
Alex’s mom had joined the parade of casseroles after the funeral. She’d come by every now and then to check up on me, but then life happened. People got busy.
A smile spread across his face. “I do remember being shocked the first time I saw you freshman year. It was like, ‘Is that little Macallan Dietz? She’s all grown up!’ ”
I recalled passing Alex in the hallway a few times, and how we’d smile and say hi to each other. But the first time we’d had a real conversation in years was when he spotted me in line at the grocery store.
Alex continued. “And then I couldn’t believe you had that boyfriend. What was his name — Lewis?”
“Levi?”
“Yeah, Levi. He’s a great runner. But of course, if your relationship ended badly, he’s the devil.” I had to hand it to Alex — he understood girls very well.
“No, nothing really ended.” A look of concern flashed on Alex’s face. “Because we never dated. We’re just friends. Well, not
just
friends. He’s my best friend. He has been for almost five years.” Give or take a few months of cold feet and cold shoulders.
“Oh.” Alex looked confused.
I was honestly so tired of this conversation that I looked down at the menu and pretended to be really interested in the specials listed.
“Do you know what you want to get?” Alex asked. Probably also grateful to change the subject.
“I think so. Do you want to get cheese curds to start?”
He wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Yuck. I know, how very un-Wisconsin of me, but I don’t like those things.”
“Oh, okay.”
“But feel free to get some.”
Usually, Levi and I would split the appetizer, so it would be too much for only me. Even if I did like my fried cheese.
Alex reached into his pocket for his phone. “Sorry — I keep getting texts from my buddies. They’re giving me grief for going back to my high school for a dance.” He scrolled down his messages, occasionally groaning. “Something about robbing the cradle. How original.”
I wasn’t going to lie and say I hadn’t wondered the same thing. Why would he want to go back to attend a high school dance. Was it pity? Nostalgia? I had no clue. Maybe this was getting more complicated than I thought it would be. I only wanted to go to a dance with a cute boy. And not think of Levi.
But the problem was that Levi always came up.
I tried to convince myself that this dance was nothing. I wanted to go with someone and hope my feelings for Levi would go away.
But they weren’t going away. They were growing more and more by the day.
And there was nothing I could do to stop it.
I was conflicted. I felt sick to my stomach.
And I really wanted those cheese curds.
I tried to push everything out of my head the week leading up to the dance.
It was only a dance. I had made plenty of comments about how high school dances were silly and conformed to the ever-sexist stereotype about male-female relationships (it
was
very Floyd of me). And for the first time since homecoming last year, Levi and I both would be going with a date. Him with his girlfriend of nearly six months. Just the thought of seeing his arms around her …
It was pretty clear who was winning this battle.
Even though it wasn’t a competition.
But part of me felt like it was. Which one of us could survive without the other? And while Levi needed my help to physically get around, he didn’t
need
need me.
Well, he did need me to help him pick out a tie.
There I was in his bedroom, a few hours before the dance. He held out two tie options for me.
“I know this is boring,” I said, “but I like the skinny black one. It’s more formal.”
He tossed the other tie aside. “Thanks.” He used both his arms to help himself up. He was getting more mobile but still needed his brace for a few more days.
“Are you going to be okay getting there?” I asked. “Not like I don’t doubt Keith’s strength or anything, but he needs to be careful.”
“I’ll be fine, but thanks.” He wobbled over to his closet. “What time do you need to get ready for college boy?”
I looked at my watch. “I probably should leave soon. Do you think it’s strange that he’s taking me?”
Levi shook his head. “I would find it odd if anybody
didn’t
want to take you anywhere you wanted to go.”
I was stunned by Levi’s response. It was sweet and exactly what I needed to hear. Usually we’re ribbing each other, so I almost didn’t know how to respond to such a sincere gesture.
As if Alex could read my mind, he called as I was saying good-bye to Levi. “Better take this,” I said as I went into the hallway for some privacy.
“Hey, I’m so glad I caught you,” Alex seemed out of breath. “I feel awful.”
“Is everything all right?” I asked.
“No, I’m so sorry, but I can’t go tonight.” I heard shouting in the background. “My friends convinced me to rush, and the frat we’re interested in wants us to … well, I can’t really say, except that I won’t be going anywhere this entire weekend.”
And here I’d been thinking I’d have to wait a couple years before a frat boy broke my heart.
Although my heart wasn’t really broken. I was excited to hang out with Alex, but not as much as I should’ve been. I knew what it was like to like someone. And I didn’t have those feelings for Alex.
“It’s okay.” I made some other comments to make Alex feel better, when in reality, he should’ve been comforting me. I don’t even remember how we ended the conversation.
But I do remember seeing Levi look at me through a partially opened door.
I gave him a smile. “Well, Alex can’t make it. So I’m going to go home and consume a bunch of food and watch a sappy movie, as one does in these circumstances.”
Levi looked at me intensely. “Do you want to go with me?”
I shook my head. “I’m not going to be the third wheel.”
He hobbled forward. “No, that’s not what I’m asking. Macallan, do you want to go to the dance with me?”
He wasn’t making sense. “What about Stacey?”
“Can you forget about Stacey and everybody else for a second? I’m asking you a simple question: Do you want to go with me?”
But it wasn’t a simple question. Of course, I wanted to go to the dance with Levi. I loved to do anything with Levi. We always had fun together, even when he’d complain about his injury.
Levi took my hand. “Macallan, I just need a yes or a no.”
I could feel tears sting the back of my eyes as I denied myself the one thing I truly wanted. I pulled my hand away. “Listen, don’t worry about me. I better go. You don’t want to keep your group waiting.”
I turned my back and rushed down the stairs, knowing he couldn’t catch up to me. But as I walked out the front door, I replayed in my head what I wanted to say. What I wished I had the courage to say.
Yes, Levi. I want to go to the dance with you. I want you to put your arms around me. I don’t want to pretend that you and I are nothing more. My life is better off with you in it. I want to be with you. Because I love you, Levi. And not just as friends.
Hallelujah! She has seen the light!
I can’t even …
No, please, allow me.
K
nowing Macallan as long as I have allows me some insights into the way she is. For instance, I knew she was freaked out when she ran out of my room that night.
There wasn’t much that scared her. She was the strongest person I’d ever known. And I’m not talking about the kind of strength that’s measured by the number of reps someone can perform.
I’m talking about being fearless. About standing up for yourself. About not caring what people think.
Yet something was scaring her. There was a reason she bolted and didn’t make one of her jokes.
But I couldn’t put my finger on it.
Or, more accurately, I didn’t want to get my hopes up.
“California!” Keith patted my shoulder during the dance. “Give me warning if you hit the dance floor. You know my moves can’t be contained.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled.
“What’s his problem?” he asked Stacey.
She shrugged. I knew I should’ve acted happy to be there, for her sake. I knew I should’ve done a lot of things.
As I surveyed the group of friends around me, I thought about how much I’d wanted this when I’d first moved here. A group of friends. To be part of the popular crowd. To be one of the top athletes.
That’s what I’d thought I wanted.
But now I knew that what I wanted and what I needed were entirely different.
I didn’t have to decide between this life or Macallan. I knew that. But I did have a choice to make: to sit there and pass by something important to me or go to Macallan and tell her how I felt. And make her listen. I knew the risk I was taking. There was a strong possibility that she would leave and spend senior year at the International Space Station.
But she’d paused when I asked her if she wanted to go to the dance. She’d known that wasn’t exactly what I was asking. But she hadn’t said no. She’d paused, and in the pause I knew that maybe, just maybe, she felt the same way I did.
I had to stop pretending and go after what I wanted. What I needed.
“Stacey,” I said lightly. This was going to suck. “I’m really sorry, but I need to go.”
She nodded like she was expecting it. “Macallan?”
She knew.
Everybody
knew. All those times people asked us if we were together, or teased us that we acted like an old married couple, it was because everybody saw what we were both too stubborn to see.
I opened my mouth to reply, but couldn’t find the right words to say. How could you tell someone you really think she’s great but you’re in love with someone else?
“It’s okay,” Stacey said. “I’ve been expecting this for a while.”
“I don’t want you to think this has anything to do with you.” I felt guiltier with each word.
“I know. I mean, seriously, Levi?” She actually smiled. “We all knew that you’d eventually end up with Macallan. I guess I should be offended, but maybe I read too many romance novels to not want to cheer for the two best friends. And you know, we had fun. You were nice to me.” She shrugged.
I guess that showed how much our relationship meant to either of us, that it could be summed up with a shrug of the shoulders.
“I’m going to get back to …” She motioned toward her friends on the dance floor. “Good luck.”
“Thanks.” I was going to need it.
I hobbled to the exit, wishing I could rip the brace off and run to her. The cold February air hit my face as I realized I didn’t have a ride to her house. I called her, but she didn’t answer her phone. I called the Dietzes’ home number and still got no answer. I didn’t want to ask my mom or dad to drive me around. It felt almost too personal.
Suddenly, I knew exactly who I could call. The one person who would help me out, no matter what. And do it with a smile on his face.
Adam pulled up less than ten minutes after I called him. He hadn’t asked me a bunch of questions. I’d told him I needed a ride and he’d asked where I was.
“Hey, Levi, how you doing?” He popped out of the driver’s seat to help me into his car.
“Great. Thanks so much, Adam.” He made sure I was all the way in before he slammed the door.
“Do you need to go home?” he asked.
“I really need to talk to Macallan. Do you know if she’s home?”
He shook his head, then put the car into drive. “There’s only one way to find out.”
Mercifully, Adam stayed quiet on the short drive to Macallan’s house. We pulled up and noticed that a couple of lights were on in the living room. Adam helped me out of the car and used his keys to let us in.
“Macallan?” he called out. My heart was beating so fast.
No answer.
I tried her phone again and heard it ringing. I followed the noise to the kitchen table, where the phone sat unattended.
Adam joined me in the kitchen. “She’s not upstairs. I checked the closet, and her coat’s gone. Do you want me to call her dad? He’s working late tonight.”
“No.” The last thing I needed was Mr. Dietz getting a call that Macallan was missing.
Everybody else was at the dance. So it wasn’t like she was hanging out with Danielle. Wherever she was, she was by herself. Maybe she needed to get some fresh air and think.
Then it hit me: I knew exactly where she was.
“Adam, can you take me to Riverside Park?”