“You know what?” Diana huffs. Before she can say anything more, I hear rustling at the other end of the phone. A few seconds later, Carson speaks.
“Why did you hang up on me?”
I place my hand on my forehead, rubbing it in circles. “I called Diana, not you.”
“It’s very important information that I want to tell you.”
“Can it wait?” I beg. “Diana and I were having a very important conversation.”
“I know, I know—you’re freaking out about kissing a guy and you don’t know what to do next.”
My eyes begin rapidly blinking. How the fu—
“You’ve been on speaker,” Carson adds cooly. “Can I give a guy’s input here?”
“No,” I respond instantly. “I called Diana.”
“And I still need context,” she pipes in. “What happened in the five seconds before you called me?”
I hesitate because saying it out loud is embarrassing.
“Carly, how bad can it be?” My brother asks softly. “It’s not like you ran away from him the moment it happened.”
A small wincing sound escapes my mouth at his words. That’s exactly what happened, and he knows me too well because when I had my first kiss at thirteen years old, I did the exact same thing.
Carson can easily guess that based on the lack of response I give. “You ran away again, didn’t you?”
I nod before remembering that he can’t see me. “Yeah,” I whisper.
“Before addressing it?”
“Yup.”
“Why am I getting flashbacks?” He jokes lightly. If I were actually on a video call with him, I would just lightly show Carson my middle finger. “Carl, just go back and kiss him again.”
“But I just—”
Diana cuts me off. “What’s stopping you?”
“Exactly!” My brother practically shouts. “He already kissed you once. Unless the kiss was really bad, you should kiss him again. I’m standing my ground.”
What’s stopping me? Total humiliation is stopping me!
“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Diana mutters over the phone. “But just kiss the guy.”
“If he hurts you, tell me his name!” Carson shouts.
“Bye! Thanks for the advice!” I whisper-shout before hanging up. Sometimes, I forget how crazy those two are together.
Carson does have a point. Aside from my complete embarrassment, what’s really stopping me? Could it be the fact that he might still have a small crush on Ali, and the kiss was just a fluke?
Even if it was, Crew kissedme. And, despite my initial reaction, I so desperately wanted him to.
Part of me wants to stay in my room, hide until Crew leaves, but I can’t.
First of all, that would make me lowkey a bitch and terrible hostess.
Secondly, I need to face my truth. The truth being that I really like him, despite any reason that I shouldn’t.
