Brad: Yeah, Chuck’s not. He’s a busy married man.
Rhett: I’m going to kill you, Zoey.
Melissa: Hey now, no violence allowed. Stop being a dumbass, Rhett.
Brad: You’ll still be a dumbass, but for real. Stop being one.
Rhett: You guys are nuts. Maia doesn’t want anything to do with me. She won’t even speak to me.
Zoey: Have you tried?
Rhett: Yeah.
Emily: Recently?
Rhett: No. It’s been a couple of months.
How did I let months go by? Self preservation maybe?
Brad: You’re a dumbass.
Rhett: Ok, I think it’s been established that I’m a dumbass. Can we move along now?
Zoey: Talk to her. And maybe say sorry?
Rhett: I’ll think about it. Now goodbye all of you annoying creatures.
Zoey: We love you.
Emily: I wouldn’t go that far.
Melissa: We all love each other.
Kate: I have drinks to make.
Brad: I have waves to surf.
Ryan: Rhett, call me later. Peace, homies.
I laugh as I click off my phone. Those annoying siblings of mine. Never did I think they’d gang up on me about a girl. They all love Maia.
And so do I.
There, I finally admit it.
I’ve known for a long time. I just could never bring myself to say it. Since I fucked it all up, I figured she was done with me. Especially since she’d run in the other direction whenever she laid eyes on me. I continued ignoring my feelings for her.
I’d gotten so good at it, it felt like second nature. It didn’t hurt as bad. I lost myself in surfing and my classes, trying to push her out of my head. But she never truly left. She lingered in the background no matter what I did.
But does she love me?
My sisters seem to think so.
How could this even work? I’m afraid of something so serious. Am I good enough for what she deserves? Because she deserves the fucking world.
Would she want to move across the country and start a life with me? How can I even ask her that? California is the only place she’s known.
The ocean is my saving grace.