As my guy best friend, you should have my best interest at heart especially when it comes to exes
You’re supposed to be on my side!
Julian
I am the side of true love
That’s why I’m not getting in the wayof it…
Lana
I hate you
Did he tell you to say that? Because it’s corny
Then he sends me a picture of Grace, and I can’t be angry at him. He knows exactly where to aim the bullets in my heart. After all this time, Julian never showed any predilection toward Christian. But it seems tonight he’s on “the side of love.”Bastard.
I hide my phone with a low groan, still feeling a bit sad about my interaction with Christian earlier. I only said it to shoot him down, and it was like shooting him while he was already bleeding out.
And now I’m here, wishing I wasn’t because my heart would much rather be with him.Always.
I’ve been on better dates that have involved much more vibrant conversation other than asking about each other’s jobs. My first date with Christian, however, was everything above sublime. This date is whatever is beneath subpar.
Levi comes back in with a weak smile. Clearly this isn’t going as well as he thought it would, and he’s wearing the disappointment on his face. I cross my legs and push my shoulders back to make myself feel empowered, and I smile.
That’s our thing tonight. Small smiles and no words.
So imagine my relief when the waiter comes back with our plates and I don’t have to worry about talking back when he tells me about his real estate job.Again.
“Katherine’s Diner?”
I look over at him and he’s grinning like a little boy getting a new toy on Christmas. “This is your favorite place.”
My gaze narrows and I cross my arms, putting him to the test. “How do you know that?”
“You said it the day we met,” Christian says. “I pay attention.”
“I see.” He passed.
I remember meeting him freshman year, saying hi to him in passing because of our mutual friends. I knewofhim then, but it wasn’t until wemetthat we became friends. We both got to a party too early and waited outside, sitting on the sidewalk. I got there first actually, and then he came walking down the street.
“Can I sit here?” he asked me.
My head tilted all the way back to look up at him. He was six three and I was five-five—but sitting on the sidewalk? I was even tinier. “Yeah,” I said. “We’re early.”
Christian sat right next to me, his arms on his folded knees. I still don’t know whether or not he was intentionally trying to show off his muscled arms, but it worked. “I know,” he said.
“Why are you early?” I asked him.
He lifted a shoulder. “Just...needed to get out of my house. You?”
“Just needed to get out of my house.”
“Parents?”
“Mom. You?”
“Dad.”
