Can you say weird? “Can we, uh… Get out of here?” I asked, self-consciously taking my arms off him.
He raised his eyebrow suggestively, “And do what?”
“I mean because I might see her again, ya big perv… You don’t kiss that well…” I rolled my eyes.
“I can’t believe you’re moving tomorrow,” he said, grabbing my hand.
“You said that before.”
“I know, but like, dude, you’re my best friend ever. No one else gives a fu*k what I do or if I live or die… You know why I didn’t drink at that party? Cuz I knew it would make you happy.”
Blush much? I almost died. “Don’t say things like that.”
“Why?” he laughed, knowing that I was hiding my blushing.
“Because…” I tried to think of a logical reason, “I’m leaving tomorrow.”
“And you’re afraid that maybe you’ll miss me?” Sometimes he is so arrogant and self centered… and right in this case.
“Well, yes,” I sighed, “It will be easier to leave before we become,” I paused to swallow thoughtfully, “best of friends again.”
“So don’t leave.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Tayler, lots of girls get their hearts broken. It will probably happen to you ten more times in your life. Hell, even my heart of stone has been broken. You can’t run away every time.”
He was right. But then again, he didn’t understand. This wasn’t a normal, cheesy teen relationship. I really did love Taylor. Until the day I said it to him, I was very careful not to say it. But now, looking on the whole thing, there was no other explanation for my feelings.
“Are you evensure you love him?”
We exited the mall into the hot, blinding sunlight. I didn’t want to answer. If I said yes, I was, Dave would remind me of the time when he told me that Taylor would only break my heart. But Taylor didn’t break my heart… I did.
He dropped me off at home (I’d forgotten to buy what we’d gone for… some new sneakers), begging me not to move away with an extra twinkling in his eye, and drove off after I’d tried to kiss his cheek and missed… got his mouth instead.
My mother and I were leaving the next morning, and Heidi had decided to stay for at least a little while longer. After this new… development… I felt more torn than ever. Were Dave and I going out now? Probably not since he’s a slut. Still, I felt like I couldn’t just leave. Especially now that I’d like betrayed my love for Taylor. Now when he came home, I would have to apologize profusely and grovel for him to take me back, admit that I was an idiot, and admit how much I loved him.
“Mom,” I said as I dashed in the door. She was in the living room, sorting through papers.
“Yes?”
“Mom, I can’t go with you.” chapter
