What?
I canโt say it out loud, not when Adamโs looking between Eli and me, his expression lit up like itโs Christmas and the Aโs winning the World Series and the day the three of us met and any moment with Grace all smashed togetherโa thrilling hope thatโs been solidified into reality.
I want to scream.
Instead, my eyes find Jamieโs. She knows more about my and Eliโs history than anyone. I was careful with my heartbreak at first, but like me, Jamie doesnโt keep strangers. As we became closer, I realized she wouldnโt retreat from my messy feelings, that in fact she welcomed themโโBaby, Iโm a Pisces, I wallow in feelings,โ she said one night when she caught me sobbing over a pint of Ben & Jerryโsโso I gave her the CliffsNotes version of what happened.
But five years is a long time to hold aโฆwhatever this is. Not a grudge, but something equally heavy. Over time, Iโve finessed my message even with her, framed it as discomfort over orbiting in the same sphere as my ex rather than try to explain all the confusing messiness that I still carry around.
Judging by the wide-eyed look she gives me, itโs not discomfort on my face right now. Itโs a concerning slip of my chill-girl-no-thatโs-totally-fine mask I glue over my perma-scream when Eliโs in the mix.
Iโm not chill. And itโs not totally fine.
I wrestle my expression into submission, my eyes darting from Jamie to Eli, whoโs pointedly focused on Adam. After an entire afternoon of him looking at me,ย nowย he wonโt?
The curve of his jaw is carved out obstinately, his arms crossed over his chest. Iโm so unused to this version of Eli; we never fought each other for anything, not even our relationship, but itโs clear he wonโt let this go.
One thing is clear: no way are we going up to Blue Yonder together, of all places. The rising color in Eliโs cheeks confirms we agree.
โI mean, it would be incredible to have you up there, E, but are you sure youโd be able to go?โ Adam asks, his mouth pulling down with concern. โI know you technically have the time off, but do youย reallyย have the time off? I donโt want you dealing with this shit and your usual shit on top of it.โ
I straighten. Oh, thank god, an out. โThatโs a great pโโ โWork isnโt going to distract me,โ Eli says.
A short huff of laughter escapes me before I can stop it. Eli looks over at me, his mouth pressing into a thin line.
โIt wonโt,โ he promises, his voice too confident, and too shadowed with our history. I swallow, looking away. โWork is the last thing on my mind. Iโm here for you, for whatever you need.โ
Heโs talking to Adam, but if I close my eyes, I can imagine some parallel universe version of him saying it to an alternate universe version of me. With the real Eli, work always comes first. And with the real me, showing people I need them comes last.
I donโt understand what his endgame is; Eli is many things, but a liar isnโt one of them. Still, I can see his earnest words are softening Adam upโ his shoulders drop, his frown lifting into appeasement.
โIโm here for you, too,โ I argue.ย And Iโveย beenย here for you, I add silently. Iย was the one you were giving please-help-me eyes to two minutes ago.
Adam appraises us, head tilted, an emotion I canโt identify passing through his eyes. Then his expression melts into something soft and happy. โThis is perfect.โ
โWhat?โ My confusion is perfectly synced with Eliโs.
โItโll be great to have you both up there,โ Adam says. A lightning flash of what looks like pure panic crosses Eliโs face before he shuts it down. โI mean, it makes sense, right? My best people, helping save the big day together.โ
The sound that escapes Eliโs mouth is quiet. Mine is a honk. โWait. You want us to go up together? Me and Eli?โ
I put the barest emphasis on his name, just a sprinkle, like Salt Bae with immense restraint. But I never make a fuss so I might as well have yelled, โYou want me to go withย Eli, the man who took a sledgehammer to my heart?ย Thatย Eli?โ
Jamieโs looking at me, silently asking,ย do you want me to step in?ย I transmit back a deceptively calmย no, scrambling to figure out how to do this when I promised Adam yesterday Eli and I were better than ever. When I told Eli he could hip check me to the side in order to assuage his guilt for being an absentee everything.
Blake flicks a quick look at me. โYou really need two people up there?
There must be plenty to do down here, too.โ
I want to hug her for stepping in, but Jamie does it for me, a little hand squeeze and a smile Blake returns with a wink.
โMy parents and brother are getting in tomorrow from LA and will probably hover unless I give them something to do,โ Grace says. โAnd we have a bunch of other people around, including you and Blake. We should be good. But only if you really donโt mind.โ
โYou donโt, right?โ Adam asks.
Heโs looking at me like I hold the key to his happiness in the palm of my hands. Iโve never been able to resist a look like that. It reminds me of the way Eli looked at me when he asked me to move to New York with him.
It was a mistake to say yes then, and itโll be a mistake to say yes now. But I donโt get a chance to say anything at all, because Eli speaks up.
โWeโre in.โ
โWeโreย in?โ I echo.
โSure are.โ His eyes flick to me before looking at Adam. โSee? Weโre already ready to go.โ I wonder if anyone else notices the imperceptible tightness in Eliโs smile. โWeโll get up there tomorrow and hit the ground running.โ
I wrap eye daggers in cotton candy clouds, shooting them his way. His gaze snaps back to me like he feels the slice of my secret frustration. Like he knows exactly what Iโm thinking.
And maybe he does. Maybe heโs wondering, too, whatโll happen if weโre together for the next week in a place where so many of our best memories live.
I wish that gave me any comfort. Instead, it only validates the feeling thatย Iโmย the cursed one.
I make it another hourย before I announce Iโm heading home. Nearly everyone groans their disapproval, and my secret praise kink purrs at the thought of being missed.
Jamie follows me to the front door. She gives me a bone-crunching squeeze, whispering, โWe need a huddle. Lots to discuss.โ
I hum noncommittally, smacking a kiss on her forehead. The thought of picking up the phone exhausts me to my bones. I wish she were coming back to ourโwell,ย myย apartment. I could lie in bed, stare at the ceiling while she played with my hair, unravel it all slowly because we had time for it. Fall asleep next to her like I used to all the time. But she has somewhere else to be, and truthfully, I canโt handle another conversation tonight. Itโs time to disconnect my brain.
Which is why when I hear footsteps crunching down the driveway behind me, my soul lets out a deep sigh.
And when I hear a familiar voice call out, โGeorgia,โ it gives up entirely, sinking to the ground in protest.
I slow to a stop. It takes eight seconds for me to buff away the edges Eliโs been whittling into my patience all afternoon. Two seconds for me to turn around. Another three to watch him finish his swift lope down the driveway, his hands in his pockets.
He could be the sixteen-year-old version of himself right now. He used to follow me out of Adamโs parentsโ house when I couldnโt put off going home to silence any longer and he was crashing in Adamโs guest room to avoid his pull-out-sofa-bed fate. Heโd jog out with a little smile on his face
and keep me there until Iโd caught him up on the parts of my day he hadnโt seen.
I thought a lot about his attention when things disintegrated between us. When we were friends, and especially after we became more, I felt like the only person in the world. Like I belonged to someone. He picked up every detail of my life like he was ravenous for it. I wondered a lot, alone in our bed while he pulled another all-nighter, when he stopped being hungry for me.
Now, as he stops two feet away, his gaze piercing in a way itโs been all day and not for years, I feel the phantom pang in my stomach.
After a beat he says, โQuite a pickle you got us into.โ My mouth drops open.ย โMe?โ
โYou agreed in the car that youโd step aside.โ Even in the semi-darkness, frustration is clearly written across his face. โYou said youโd let me take care of anything else that came up.โ
โI didnโt know that โanything elseโ would be their wedding venue burning to the ground, Eli. Iโm not going to sit there and say, โSucks for you, good luck with that.โ โ
I could mention the way Adam silently pleaded for my help, but that would be a dick move. A dagger right in Eliโs chest. I donโt want to hurt him; I just want him to go away.
โYou wouldnโt have to say that,โ he says. โI was there.โ โBut youย havenโtย been.โ Itโs not a snap, but itโs close.
The street light above us crackles, then extinguishes, plunging us into an intimate darkness thatโs barely softened by Adamโs front porch light.
Lovely.
โThatโs the point, Georgia.โ Eliโs voice is quiet. Edgy. โThatโs why I spoke up. But you spoke up, too, and now we both have to go.โ
โYou donโt have to,โ I say quickly.
โYes, I do,โ he replies with an authority that sends goose bumps skittering up my arms. โI am.โ
โGrace said theyโll have help, but thereโs still plenty toโโ
โI know Adam gave you the same speech he gave me,โ Eli interrupts.
Even as he steps closer, his face is in shadow. He looks like the stranger I wish he was, pushing conversations I donโt want to have.
My heart starts to beat faster. โHe did.โ
โAnd Iโm guessing our message was united, since heโs so hyped about us going to Blue Yonder together.โ
In my mind, our list blows open to its well-worn pages and I see it:ย never talk about the past or how we handle it now. I see Eliโs pen hovering, ready to cross it out.
โYou donโt need to recap,โ I say, as calmly as my rioting body will allow. โWeโre on the same page.โ
โAre we?โ he asks with a searching quality I donโt understand. โI mean, is there a reason you donโt want to be up at Blue Yonder together, beyond awkwardness?โ
โAwkwardness?โย I blurt out.
In the smudged, inky night, the shape of his face is merely a suggestion, only known to me because Iโve traced every curve and angle of him. His expression is a mystery, and his tone is careful when he replies, โWould you call it something else?โ
On the list of words Iโd use to describe the way I feel about Eli,
awkwardย is near the end, but every other one would expose too much. โNo,โ I lie.
He doesnโt reply immediately, the air thick with a disappointment I know is mine. I hope he canโt feel it.
โAdam will see through any excuse we make to stay behind, and itโll send him on a mental bender,โ he says finally.
โI know.โ Deep down, I knew as soon as we saidย Iโll do itย together that I was stuck.
โPart of me knew youโd volunteer,โ he says, his voice as quiet as the night cocooning us. The only other noise is the breath Iโm trying to regulate, a pocket of crickets chirping nearby, a burst of laughter from inside. A lonely sound when Iโm not in the middle of it. โOf course you would. Youโd do anything for the people you love.โ The way he says it is
rough and nearly affectionate, a fuzzy approximation of the tone heโd whisper in my ear, press into the side of my neck. Against my mouth.
I donโt know why that ties a knot in my throat, but suddenly itโs hard to swallow. Iย wouldย do anything for the people I love: move to New York. Pretend to be friends afterward. Save a wedding.
โBut I will, too,โ Eli continues. โSo weโre going to have to do this together. We can split up the tasks, but Iโm not staying behind.โ
โWork really isnโt going to get in the way? Iโm not going to have to take over halfway through because thereโs some pitch emergency with Luce?โ
Itโs not so dark I donโt see the flicker in his expression. A brief devastation. โNo. You wonโt be doing it by yourself. I donโt even have my laptop with me.โ At my dubious expression, he says, โI wonโt go anywhere, Georgia.โ
The knotโs in my chest now. Iโm afraid for him to keep his promise just as sure as I am heโll break it. But heโs right; we donโt have any choice. We canโt give Adam one more thing to worry about.
โFine.โ I say it like the F-word it is, try not to notice the way Eliโs shoulders get even tenser. โIโll pick you up tomorrow at nine.โ
โFine,โ he echoes in a low, resonant rumble.
When I pull away from the curb a minute later, I canโt help looking in the rearview mirror.
Heโs standing there, watching me drive away, the way he always used to
do.