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And that was where we stayed for the next two hours. Freya let me rant until I ran out of steam. I then moved on to wondering how I didn’t see the signs. The waitress, Bernadette, kept up a steady supply of drinks after I told her why we were there.
Freya raised her glass, liquid sloshing over the side, drenching her hand. “Whoops. Anyway, where was I?” She clinked her glass to mine. “That’s right. My untrustworthy brothers.”
My body was pleasantly numb, and if I didn’t close one eye, there were two Freyas sitting in front of me. “I can’t believe he lied to me.” A tear escaped, but instead of giving in to the urge to dissolve into a crying puddle, I took another hefty sip of my drink.
I didn’t even know what I was putting in my body. All I knew was it numbed the pain and made me nauseous, taking my mind off my torn heart. “I thought he was special,” I continued. “He was everything.”
Freya slapped her hand on the table next to mine, then slapped a little closer before she made it to my hand, holding on. “Did you move your hand?”
Blinking at her, I wondered which one of us was drunker. Gunner would kill me if I returned her like this. She had to sober up. “We should eat something.”
I waved Bernadette down and ordered a pizza, fries, and two pieces of cheesecake. I forgot to get water, but I was sure she’d be back soon.
“We forgot to get new drinks,” Freya slurred, holding her empty glass up to the light. It’d been half full not five minutes ago.
“No more drinks for you.” My words were as slurred as hers.
She giggled. “Your hair is weirdly big. Why is it so big?”
Closing one eye so she came into focus more, I smoothed my curls down. “I didn’t brush it this morning.”
Freya rested her head on the table. “I’m sleepy.”
Bernadette set our food on the table, then two glasses of water. “You guys need anything else?”
I eyed the pizza, my mouth watering. “You are an angel, Bernadette. Thank you.”
She left us with a stack of napkins and a pat on Freya’s back.
Taking a bite of my pizza, I groaned. How was it that food always tasted better when you were drunk? “You have to try this. It’s amazing.”
I heaped fries on top of my slice, then added ketchup. Delicious.
Freya lifted her head, fake gagging when she saw my food. “You’re disgusting.”
“Stop judging me and eat your food.”
“Your taste is definitely off. After all, you hooked up with one of my brothers.”
The reminder made the food sit like rocks in my belly. “Well, I know better now, don’t I?”
At least I wasn’t living in the same city as Liam. The thought of running into him while he was with his fiancée made my nose twitch and my eyes burn.
Searching for my hand again, she found it on the third try, slapping it. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it. It was a stupid joke.”
After rescuing my hand, I made up a plate and pushed it in front of her. “Don’t worry about it.”
We finished eating, both our eyes getting heavy. When Freya laid her head down on the table again, clutching the edges, I knew I had to get her home.
After paying our bill, I collected my friend, and we headed outside arm in arm. There was no taxi in sight, but if we had to, we could walk.
Just as I thought that, she stumbled, and we both went down.
Scratch that—we wouldn’t survive a walk.
Neither of us moved; instead we turned on our backs and looked up. I could make out the moon and even a few stars. Freya’s phone rang, but she ignored it, too busy trying to touch the moon.
“Do you think you’ll ever step foot on the moon?” she asked.
