"Only that I thought you might want some friend time." She holds both hands up in surrender, like that's going to get her off my shit list.
She fucks me and takes a very vulnerable moment, like the peak of an orgasm, to throw words at me likelove. Now, she sits here all innocent like she didn't just put me in a horribly uncomfortable situation on purpose.
Fucker.
“Well, you were dead wrong.” I take a big bite of my ice cream and get an instant brain freeze. The ice cream I got as an excuse to leave the apartment because I wanted to avoid having a conversation with Fia about last night. “Ow.” I stuck my thumb on the roof of my mouth to try to smooth the ache. It only helps a little.
“Feigning ailments isn’t going to get you out of this,” Fia deadpans.
“Oh, fuck off.” I flip her the bird, making everyone laugh despite themselves.
“Fia, Iris…could I actually chat with B alone for a few minutes?”
Oh shit, Lou means business.
“Sure.” Iris stands. “Fia, we can go to my place. Text us when you want us to come back.” Fia and Iris make their way to the door. Before she exits, Iris turns back to me. “Be nice, okay? We’re just trying to help.”
I give them a little wave before they head out the door.
“Please spare me the lecture.”
“I’m not going to lecture you.”
“Okay?”
“I was thinking about something the other day, and I wanted to run it by you.”
“Wedding stuff?”
“No.”
Lou and Sam got engaged this past summer, and their wedding is coming up in the fall. That’s still about six months away, but my sister—the most type A person I know—has had the whole thing planned for months, sparing no details.
“Then what do you want to run by me?”
“Can you promise to listen to my whole question before you jump down my throat?”
“Oh god…what is it?” I rub my fingers over my temple.
“If you’re not going to listen, then I’ll just leave.” She starts to stand.
“Fine.” I groan because I fear I might regret this once she starts talking, but she’s my sister, and I know she has my best interest at heart. “Sit down. I’ll listen.”
“Promise?”
I zip my lips and throw away the imaginary key before gesturing to her to begin.
“I was talking with Sam the other night about the time he and I spent apart after we first met. I was telling him about how sad I was and how even though I tried to move on, I just kept comparing everyone to him.”
I take another bite of my ice cream as I listen.
“You remember how I was.”
I nod, holding back my comment about how she actually did a good job hiding it from me, which made me feel awful later when I found out how much she was struggling. After I found out what she had done to herself because of it.The thought makes me set my ice cream down, unable to finish it.
“That whole time, I watched you go off on your adventures and have fun with strangers. I had a hard time understanding how you could do such wild and fun things with people, how you could give them your trust temporarily, then completely detach without a care in the world. I tried to do that with other guys, but it just left me feeling empty.”
Being the avoidant person I am, I try my best to keep things casual. "I thought you enjoyed being single."
