Rather than slowly, I quickly try to pull my leg free, expecting more resistance than what I’m met with, causing my weight to shift backward and reminding me that trying to avoid inevitable and awkward situations like this is useless.
A small scream followed by a rather loud thud caused from me hitting the floor alerts Max, and has his body shoots up from the couch.
“Are you okay?” he asks, looking down at where I’m sprawled on the floor.
I nod quickly and climb to my feet, feeling my cheeks heat. “I’m okay.”
“You always have wiggled a lot,” Max says with a lazy smile on his full lips.
I’m not sure how to respond, so I simply nod again, wondering if he was awake through part of my failed escape mission.
“So how was hanging out with Sarah and Hank?” Kendall asks in a cheery tone as she walks in holding two pizza boxes.
My neck snaps to where she’s standing. The trigger for my dire need for snuggling up beside Max last night, hits me.
I sit back on the couch near Max’s feet, no longer feeling steady, and grip the bottom of my pajama shorts, rolling the hem between my thumbs and forefingers. I don’t want to share Sarah’s nightmare. It isn’t mine to share.
“It was…”
“It sucked,” Max says, moving to sit upright. “Some asshole was a total jerk to Ace at the bar last night so she and Sarah came home, but Sarah ended up not feeling well, so Ace had to take care of her.”
I glance at Max, overtly aware that he’s referring to himself as the asshole from the bar, since I hadn’t spoken to anyone other than the girl that was trying to discern if he was my boyfriend.
He looks at me and for the first time since I’ve been back, his face unguarded as he gives me a small smile. “She really helped Sarah a lot. It was a rough night.”
I glance back at my fingers that are now tying themselves in the tassels of the throw blanket.
“That really sucks. I hope she’s okay.”
I try to assure her with a smile, but I can tell with her answering expression she knows something more occurred.
“I figured since you guys were asleep at four in the afternoon it must have been a long night.”
“It is always wise to look ahead, but difficult to look further than you can see.”
–Winston Churchill
I awake to one of the neighbors mowing the lawn and consider the fact that there hasn’t been enough heat in Delaware yet to warrant lawn maintenance—a strong positive for living there. I wander into the kitchen, wondering if I’ll run into Max and how things will be after yesterday and the few hours that the four of us spent together watching movies and eating pizza like old times, laughing and teasing one another, almost as though the last year never happened. Yesterday had been such a short day, a part of me feels as though I wasted precious time sleeping.
“Hello, sleepyhead!” Kendall sings. Her smile is infectious, and as soon as I feel my matching grin, my heart aches with a sharp twist. I already know that going back to Delaware Monday is going to be difficult, but seeing my sister like this—like we’re still two halves of the same whole, and there isn’t a silent discomfort tainting our time together—inflicts the pain. How have I survived these past ten months without her? Without all of them.
“We’re heading to Abby’s, you need to get dressed.”
“I forgot!” The palm of my hand slaps my forehead as I look to see what time it is. We’re supposed to be at her apartment to help paint the nursery in less than thirty minutes. I stand up and head to my suitcases.
“I already texted her and told her we might be a little late. She said it’s fine.”
“Okay, I’ll hurry.”
The odor of bleach is nearly obscured by the coconut scented candle burning on the bathroom counter. I watch the flame dance for several seconds, transfixed by the movement and slight heat radiating off the wick. What is going to happen? Where do things stand with Max and me? Can we be friends? Do I want to be his friend? The memory of his grip on my wrists, and the look in his eyes as we faced each other early Monday morning makes my heart stampede in my chest. I press myself to recall what was said, and what wasn’t. I get in the shower and let the water help focus my thoughts, dissecting each of our intentions. I thought he was going to ignore me and let me go to Mindi and Kyle’s the following day, but Max knew I was hurting. He knew I wouldn’t be able to redirect my thoughts alone. Because he knows where I’m weak without me saying it and the levels of self-destruction I’m willing to go to, to avoid it—things I’m just now learning about myself. I’m fairly certain he always has. I just thought he stopped caring.
My thoughts travel to him consoling me on the couch, and I desperately work to place the words he spoke too softly for me to hear. My frustration is piqued as I reach forward to turn off the water in defeat. I have no idea what Max said to me. Why wasn’t I working harder to pay attention?
My thoughts ate up more time than I realized, and I rush to get ready, dressing in a borrowed pair of shorts from Kendall with red fingernail polish staining the green denim, and an old blue track shirt that I packed solely because I know how much Kendall wishes to burn it.
My hair is tied up into a knot as I head out to the living room to find Kendall, our purses in her hand, waiting to go.
“You packed the foot shirt?”
“It’s not a foot. It’s a shoe.”
“With wings!” Her voice is sarcastic, making my lips stretch into a grin. Kendall still has the ability to distract my frustrations, and help me find humor.
“I know how much you love it.”
“Always thinking of me.” Her hand falls to the middle of my back, and stays there until we reach the car. Once we’re buckled, her hand finds mine and we remain connected for the short journey to Abby and Jesse’s.
Kendall’s fist raps on the white apartment door. The warm winds tickle my bare legs, teasing of early summer weather though spring arrived for just a short stint and seems to be returning to winter back in Delaware. Jesse pulls open the door, releasing a deep breath.
“Ready and at your service, boss.” Kendall salutes him making me quietly laugh.
“Shhhh…” Jesse hisses. He reaches forward and grabs Kendall’s hand saluting him, and pulls her inside. “We aren’t supposed to paint the walls.”
“I thought that was a little odd,” Kendall replies, dropping her purse to the couch. “So why are we painting then?”
Jesse’s body lifts in a nonchalant shrug. “Because she wants the room to be pink. That seems like a pretty small request.”
“Ohhhh! Jesse, that is quite possibly the sweetest thing I’ve heard!”
Jesse’s eyes slowly blink and then his brows rise, his lips pressing in a firm line showing he isn’t appreciating Kendall’s words that are said with a slightly mocking tone, which I know to be sincere.
“It is sweet,” I add. “If I didn’t already like you, I would now for sure.”
“I’m glad to have your approval.” Jesse reaches forward and gently pushes me, making my shoulder sway against Kendall’s. “Now I need you to help me get her out of the nursery so we can paint it. I got the stuff with the lowest fumes, but everything still advises to have her out of the room.”
“I’m not going to paint. I’m just going to oversee.” Abby appears from the short hallway, her stomach looking less prominent covered in a loose sundress with bright shades of color spattered across the front. She’s smiling but I can see a train of objections she’s mentally calculating as she gets closer and hugs me.
“You can look at it when it’s done. You invited these two to make sure it was done to your expectations. It will be perfect, mi amor.”