I feel like I’m on cloud nine, leaving me nowhere near able to sleep, even though it’s well past midnight. I want to scream to the world that I just had the night of my life, but I can’t. Unfortunately, there’s no one I can call and tell, so I turn to something I haven’t done in years. I pull out mydiary.
Flipping through my last few entries makes me laugh out loud. I hold it to my chest as my face beams with glee. If my fourteen-year-old self could see menow.
Almost every entry is about Connor, and when I pick up my pen, my face starts to ache from smiling as Iwrite:
Dear Diary,
My life is complete.Whatever happens now can happen, and I'll be okay with it, because nothing, and I mean nothing, will be better than what I experiencedtonight.
Mackenzie
* * *
The next morningmy phone dings with an incoming call, and I want to scream out loud when the screen flashes Last Chance. I thought last night was the best night of my life but now that he's calling me today I'm filled with the hope of theunknown.
"Hey, Connor," I saynonchalantly.
"Morning. I hope you sleptwell."
I want to laugh but bite my lip before he hears it. If he only knew just how well I slept once I was able to. "I did, thanks to you." I couldn't helpmyself.
I love the sound of his laugh that tickles my ears inresponse.
"I talked to the girls in the apartment below me, and they want to meetyou."
"Really?" I’m way too excited by this news. But it's not just about the apartment, it's the thought of being close tohim.
I can sense the playfulness in his voice when he responds, "They're expecting your call. I'll text you thenumber."
"Okay." There's a pause. "Hey,Connor...?"
"Yeah?"
"Thankyou."
"Anytime. Keep me posted on how itgoes.”
* * *
Iarrangedto meet the girls the next day at their apartment. Nervously, I knock on the door, praying they'll likeme.
The door opens to three girls, all as excited to meet me as I am to meetthem.
Chantel, Katy, and Robin introduce themselves one by one. The vibe I'm getting from them is promising, and my fear lessens as they invite me to sitdown.
Each is beautiful in her own way and a guy could find his perfect match among them. Memories of Connor saying they weren't his type cross my mind. That isn’t possible. These girls are everyman’s type. Slender, pretty, and from the little conversation we've had, I'd say they’re all intelligent. Each one is either working toward a degree or has already landed a good job in their chosenfield.
After chatting only a few minutes, they eye each other, then turn to me with bigsmiles.
"Well, we’re sold. When can you move in?" Chantel asks for thegroup.
"Are you serious?" I’m surprised it was thiseasy.
"We were pretty much already sold by all the amazing things Connor said. If he wasn't gay, I'd say he has the hots for you," Chantelteases.
I let out a sharp laugh. "You think he'sgay?"
Katy hits Robin's arm. "Ha! You owe me twenty bucks,bitches."
