This is one of those things that solidifies my feelings—lets me know that I am fully moved on from Sam andonlywant to be friends with him. And in a way that has nothing to do with Jaxon.
Sam: Can I have your friend’s phone number?
I’ve been staring at the phone so long, giddy, that I start to feel bad. Sam is probably hyperventilating on the other end. He always was shy and nervous, and I know this is a big thing for him.
Me: I’m going to say HELL YES, but let me run it by her first?
Sam: As long as it’s not weird.
Me: Not at all. In fact, it makes me really happy.
Do I think Sam and Amelia would be good together? Yeah, I do. My only two friends? Who doesn’t want that to happen? But Sam is dealing with all this stuff that just happened, with him and me, and him and Jaxon, and me and Jaxon…
And Amelia is enjoying her freedom as a college girl away from home for the first time. She’s going to parties and hooking up with guys.
It’s none of my business what they do or what happens with them, but if I can spark something? I’m going to do it.
Sam is a good guy. Deep down, I’ve always known that and I think it’s why I didn’t want to give up on him—on our friendship. I know who he really is, and I knew something wasn’t right with him. Sam had always been there for me, through so many bad things in my life. Things weren’t easy for a while, and he definitely made them difficult, but I knew that wasn’t him. I knew something was going on, and I am so glad I stuck it out… because I appreciate Sam as a friend.
It’s clear that Amelia isn’t into the same stuff I am, so maybe it’ll work out. She did say he was hot, and that’s a start.
Of course, she will have to be okay with a long-distance thing… and the fact he’s my ex. Though, as she already knows nothing sexual ever happened.
But even if it did… wouldn’t it be better with a friend than with a stranger?
I think of Amelia and Jaxon and want to murder… so no. Not a good idea.
Let’s just not think about it at all.
Sam: I was worried you’d be mad.
Me: Definitely not mad. Calling her now!
I exit out of my messages and call Amelia.
“Hey, girl. What’s up?”
“So, I have a question for you.” I try to contain my excitement but I don’t think it works.
“You do?”
“Yep.”
“Well what is it?” she urges.
“Can I pass your number on to Sam?”
The line is silent, and I check to make sure the call didn’t disconnect.
“Hello?” I say, when I realize the timer is still going.
“I’m here,” she says nervously.
“Did you hear me?”
“Yep. Loud and clear.”
Then silence again.
