I smile at that. I was a little worried that he’d be jealous, but I should’ve known better. He’s always had my back, just like I’ve got his.
“Thanks, man. It’s a lot, but I think I’m ready. Not gonna lie, though, I did not see this coming.”
We chat the entire hour and a half drive up to Kenji’s house in the foothills of the Rockies. Gossiping about people we know and catching each other up on the latest trades and hockey news. Slipping back into our easy friendship like we’ve never been apart. It’s a beautiful drive, but we’re too busy catching up to notice.
Walker and I have been to Kenji’s house in Genesee quite a few times, but it never fails to impress. Designed by a famous Japanese architect, it’s the epitome of modern minimalism. He had it built after his first title win. It’s all clean lines and windows against miles of Rocky Mountain pines.
The smell of dinner has us heading straight for the kitchen at the back of the house. The dining room table looks out onto a gorgeous Japanese garden in the courtyard. This entire house is just so him. I love it, but I always find it strange that Madison lives here too. There’s no trace of her personality anywhere.
We all help get dinner on the table, just like in high school, and it’s not long before we’re all enjoying Kenji’s ultra-healthy version of Oyakodon, a chicken and egg rice bowl. His mom used to make them for us after practice when it was her turn to pick us all up. Our parents took turns carpooling before Kenji and Madison got driver’s licenses. Maddie hated having to pick us up every day, although I think it was the smell more than the actual driving. She used to have those air freshener trees all over the car. Not that I blame her. Our gear was pretty rank.
“This is so fucking good, Kenz. Just like your mom’s.” Walker says while he’s shoveling food into his mouth. I can see his eating habits haven’t changed. He’s always hungry, and he’s not shy about eating. I like to try for a bit more decorum.
Kenji can make anything taste good. He’s a terrific cook, and we all appreciate it.
“Yeah, thanks for making dinner, man.” I say before loading up another bite.
“We have some news.” Maddie announces before shooting a quick glance at Kenji. He gives her a slight nod.
“What’s up?” Walker asks, not bothering to look up from his food.
Please don’t say you’re getting married. Please.
“Kenji and I are splitting up. And before anyone say anything - it’s fine. We’re fine. No one’s upset or anything. No hard feelings. It’s just time.” Her tone is matter-of-fact, like she’s making a grocery list instead of ending a five-year relationship.
It’s the moment I’ve been waiting for, but it feels off. And I have no idea what to say to either of them right now. So, I say nothing. Thank God Walker seems to have that handled because he jumps right in.
“Wow, really? That seems kinda sudden.” He’s examining their faces with suspicion, finally focused on more than his food.Madison looks over at Kenji. “Something happen? Because I don’t think I can kick Kenji ass, M.”
“Don’t be dumb. Nothing happened, Walker.” She shakes her head in obvious annoyance.
“We just realized we’re better as friends.” Kenji informs us in an equally pragmatic tone. “It’s all good.”
“Yeah, I’m thinking I’ll get an apartment of my own here soon.” Maddie tells us.
“So, you’re both okay with this?” Walker gestures to both of them while shoveling a forkful of noodles into his mouth.
“We are.” Madison reassures him.
The three of them discuss the next steps and logistics, but I don’t pay attention.
I can’t function right now. I’m pretty sure my mouth is hanging open, but it’s hard to focus enough to close it. My heart is racing out of control, beating so hard I feel like it’s going to explode out of my chest any minute now. I try to take a deep breath, but I can’t seem to get enough oxygen into my lungs.
Holy shit! It finally happened.
At some point, I’d convinced myself that they were never going to break up and that I would be living some kind of half-life while I watch their happily ever after. I take shallow breaths as I try to sort through the chaos in my head.
This changes everything.
I need a plan. I need a plan ASAP. I cannot fuck this up.
Jesus Christ, they just broke up. Do not be the asshole who tries to date her right after a breakup.
What am I even thinking here? I need to calm the fuck down. Normally, I would call my dad or Walker to talk me down. Yeah, not an option right now. Fuck. What do I do? I can’t exactly say I’m thrilled, but shit, I’m not sorry either. Maybe nothing is better? The problem is that I’m an athlete and my whole body isprimed for action. No way will I be able to sit still and pretend everything is fine.
“You okay, Liam?” Madison’s soft query interrupts the shitshow going on in my head.
“Uh yeah, sure, I’m good.” I mumble while trying to get myself under some kind of control. I smile, but it comes off all wonky and weird. I resist the urge to bury my face in hands as my face heats.
