I wipe my mouth and say, “What the fuck, man?
Both Emma and Racer are laughing at my expense as Smalls wraps me in a hug and does the same exact thing. “Lucky girl,” Smalls replies as he pats my cheek.
When Andrew, Sadie’s boyfriend approaches me, arms wide, lips puckered, I stiff-arm him and say, “Don’t even think about it.”
It’s taken me a bit to get used to hanging out with Sadie again, but in all honesty, it feels good to have her around as a friend. And Andrew, shit, it’s hard not to like the guy. He’s so damn charismatic. We might get along a little too much which freaks Emma and Sadie out of course.
“Aw, come on, man, just a little lipper.” Andrew points to his lips and I push him away.
“Get the fuck out of here.” I laugh.
Emma is showing off her ring to Sadie, Adalyn, and our good friend Smilly from Whitney Point. They are cooing over the diamond as Emma looks up at me, her eyes sparkling with so much love that I don’t know if I could ever feel so much for one single person.
That girl, the one with the long brown hair and bright blue eyes, the one who wears a matching pajama set to bed every night, the one who used to fawn over our drunk asses as kids, and the one who wakes up with the craziest morning hair I’ve ever seen, she’s perfect. She’s mine, and I will forever be hers.
The End