People mistake us for lovers, for boyfriend and girlfriend, but never for friends. We laugh it off. Stare at each other, wink, nod, and smile so large. It's as if the secret was a person. We know the truth. To keep them all guessing brings us small moments of youthful joy, and adult pain. Knowing what we mean to each other is all that matters.
The night before, we rescued each other? I put that there because I know I rescued her. She asked me.
"Cockblock", was all the text said. Oh shit, this warrants a phone call.
"You need me to cockblock you", I asked.
"Yes, tonight, please", I like to write this like she begged me. She wouldn't ever have to beg me to do anything.
"I'm on a bike ride. I mean, where and when?"
"I'm going to [place omitted] with [person omitted]."
"OK, explain this to me. Why would you agree to go out with him if you need to be cockblocked", I think this is a very valid question.
"He's a nice guy. He's funny and everything. I just think he wants more than I want to give him", this is a valid point.
"OK, I'll see you there."
"You're the best", she says this a lot.
"That's a lie", I say that a lot.
The question mark that I alluded to earlier was because she rescued me. I didn't even ask. I didn't even know I needed rescuing? Obviously, she did.
"I'm going to go ahead and go home", this is the text I got from my date from the other side of [place omitted].
"What? Why?", I walked over and found her. She was clearly drunk. The day drinking had gotten away from her.
"It looked like you were sharing a moment with that girl."
"What? Me? No? She's just my best friend. You walked over during a weird conversation about her date. That's all", I'm stretching the truth.
"Well, I'm getting a headache anyways. Do you want to come home with me?"
"Well, JJ is over there, and I was hoping to hang out with him tonight", trying to recover. I can't leave a good cockblock session.
"OK, call me tomorrow?"
"Absolutely", I end the date with a kiss and everyone leaves happy.
So, there is that. Fast forward. We get yelled at twice. Once for being too loud. Seriously, it's a bar? One time for dancing to close to the kitchen doors. It didn't stop us. As we walked out the door, she hugged everyone. Including her date. She grabs a hold of my arm, tight. She always does. She holds on like a kid on a carousel for the first time. This is where it hits me. We came on separate dates, and left together.
So, here I lay. Again. Next to her. Wondering what the hell is wrong with us? We are perfectly wrong for each other, and perfectly right at the same time. I don't over step her boundaries, and she keeps me at arms length with realistic expectations of who I am. How can we call this the night of bad decisions? When it turned out completely right?
