Robbie looks at my lips. My heart pounds a little. I just told him I'm engaged, and now this. My eyes stare back at his lips. It's not like I haven't thought about being with Robbie. Robbie Garvie has always been there for me. And compared to me, he's a tree.
He notices me staring at his lips. He inches closer to me, and I can feel him closing the gap between us. Does he have feelings for me? I guess I'm about to find out. As I close my eyes and prepare to kiss my best friend, he kisses my forehead instead. I don't know what to do now.
Apart of me is relieved he didn't kiss me. We can't pretend that there isn't some attraction between us. I'm embarrassed now. I know that whatever I say right now, however, I react will define our friendship from here on out.
"Thanks for always being here for me, Robbie."
I hope this response doesn't scare him away. I can't imagine life without Robbie in it. He's been with me my entire life. He was there when my mom bought me sea monkey shrimp as pets. They ended up spilling everywhere in my chicken soup. To this day, I can't eat chicken soup without thinking of those poor sea monkeys who gave their lives for my lunch.
I remember our senior year; Robbie kissed me on prom night. God, I want that feeling back. To this day, I wonder if I meant anything to Robbie Garvie that night. The night we had sex.
I wasn't even embarrassed about taking my clothes off in front of him. He was so gentle with me; he cared for me that night. But then we went back to being just friends the next day as if it never happened. I gave Robbie my virginity in high school. Not even my fiance knows about Robbie and me.
Robbie's never shown much interest in women besides Missy Baxter. Missy is a good friend of mine. I think Missy and Robbie would be good together. At some point, I need to ask Robbie to be at my wedding, but I can't after. After we almost kissed.
"I will always be here for you, Sam. We're best friends. Is it getting hot in here, or is it just me?" He asks.
"It's just you," I reply.
When Robbie gets up, he stretches, and all his muscles extend toward the ceiling. Robbie has grown up. I can tell he's been working out. Crap, I need to stop checking Robbie out. He sure has gotten sexy lately. And if he can think I'm beautiful, then I can think he's gorgeous, right?
I find myself lusting after Robbie again. If he knew, he'd probably think I was insane. It's easier being friends than more. When feelings get involved, it doesn't work. We'd never speak again.
The truth is I only said yes, to Mark because Robbie never noticed me. Maybe that almost kiss was all in my head. It's awful to be engaged to Mark when I know I have a crush on Robbie. But it's too late; I can't back out now. Robbie wouldn't want that. He'd want me to be happy, happy with 'Mr. Darcy.'
But right here and now, Robbie and I are alone. And I want to be alone with my best friend forever.
I fidget with my new engagement ring. It's big, beautiful, and not me. It's itchy, and I don't like it. But I went along with it because I don't want to die alone. Robbie was too slow, and I can't wait around for him anymore.
But when he looks at me, I swear there's more to it. I want to melt when he looks at me, like the way he's looking at me now. Come to think of it; he only looks at me this way. I'm tempted to walk over and kiss Robbie. I need to get it out of my system. I need to know before I marry Mark that nothing is holding me back.
"Sam, are you okay?" Robbie asks.
"I'm fine." I sway my body on my feet for a moment. I go back and forth. This is nuts. I can't just walk over and kiss Robbie. But I'm going to. I need to know.
I dig up the courage and walk toward Robbie. I grab his head and feel his dark hair in my hands. I put my lips on his and kiss Robbie Garvie. He kisses me back. As I pull away, I notice that his eyes are still closed, and he wants more. I close my eyes again and kiss Robbie. He pulls me in, and then the doorbell rings.
We quickly back away from each other. Like high school, we won't talk about what has just happened between us because this is Robbie Garvie. Robbie Garvie doesn't talk about his feelings. Not even to me, his best friend.
It's the mail delivery man. Robbie laughs and stares at me. He looks satisfied. He heads to the kitchen and shows no interest in talking about this at all. This is why I am marrying Mark. Mark tells me everything. Robbie is closed off, and I can't be with someone like that.
"Sam... I. What just happened?" Robbie asks.
"I think we kissed."
"I didn't kiss you, and you didn't kiss me. Right?" Robbie says.
"Right."
"You're marrying Mr. Darcy, and this never happened, right?" Robbie asks.
"Right," I agree. I'm blushing as Robbie walks over to me from the kitchen fridge.
"Sam? Can I ask you something?"
"Sure," I reply while trembling.
"Can I kiss you one more time?"
His question throws me off. Robbie Garvie is expressing his thoughts, and that hardly happens. Instead of answering his question, I walk up to him and put my lips on Robbie's all over again.
He pushes me into the wall. He kisses my cheeks, my face, and my neck. I didn't know Robbie felt this way. And I didn't know I still felt something for him. I kiss Robbie back. We aren't just kissing. We are making out. I pull away from Robbie. He looks as shocked as I am.
"This never happened, right?" Robbie asks.
"But it did," I say.
"Sam, don't do this. This never happened. You're marrying someone...else."
Are those tears forming in Robbie's eyes? Fuck, what are we doing? I don't know what to think anymore.
"What am I supposed to do now, Robbie?"
"Marry Mr. Darcy," he whispers.
"Mark. His name is Mark," I say.
"Yeah, whatever," Robbie sighs as he turns away.
"Robbie, wait. You're right. This never happened."
I see a smile return to Robbie's face. And as I do, I find him staring at my lips again. It's clear to me that this engagement is going to hurt Robbie. But he's right, this never happened, but for some reason, I want to go back and kiss Robbie over and over again.
Fuck, my mind needs to turn off. Robbie's right; we just had a little episode to get out of our systems. It's over and done with, and my feelings for him will never matter.
Why would Sam throw up after the doctor gave herthe all-clearto go home? None of this is adding up. I am not going to bother trying to figure it out. If I were in her shoes, I would feel exhausted and emotionally drained. Instead, she got knocked out and broke up with Mark for me. I need to give her the benefit of the doubt.But still, something seems off, and I will find out what it is. I didn't like the doctor shoeing me out of the room. I don't know why they do that. Now I sound like a jealous boyfriend. I really need to stop that before it becomes a bad habit ingrained in me.After my dad died, my mom dated a bunch of weird boyfriends about a year later. Some were kind, but most were controlling. There was this one who stood out among the rest, Max. Max drank too much beer and looked like sawdust. He was a carpenter, I believe. He would tell my mother what to eat, and when he moved in with us, it got worse. She would eat her favorite food
The definition of a best friend is the person one is closest to. I don’t know why it took me this long to realize that the person I am the closest to is Robbie. Everything I do has always been for him. When we crossed the line the night of prom all those years ago, I hoped it would be him. I always imagined us being those friends who would find our way back to each other and realize that it has always been us. We were always meant to be together, and he knew it before I did.When my parents got divorced, and I cried my eyes out, the warmth of his body comforted me. It brought me back to my center. He and I have always been tethered together. Perhaps it was destiny, or maybe it was fate. I knew things weren’t going to work out between Mark and me. We were too different. I was too wild and unpredictable and a little selfish at heart to know what to do. But, on the other hand, he was a gentleman, to his core.If I had a second chance, it would be to tell Mark
The door is hard to open. It gets stuck as I push it. A nurse stops me from entering the room."Excuse me, who are you?""Robbie? I'm Sam's friend," I reply as I attempt to enter the room. The nurse looks at me up and down. Her lips puff out, and she judges my soul. She already knows my faults before I do."I suggest you go buy your girlfriend flowers before you visit her."Flowers, why should I buy Sam flowers."Typical man, girls like flowers. It tells them how you feel about them," the nurse laughs."I already told you, I am her friend. Can I go see her now," I ask?"Honey, I've been around a lot longer than you have. I've seen it all at this hospital. I heard their break up, and if you're here. That means you must be the reason. I'm amazed that guy didn't hit you on his way out. So buy her flowers. You obviously care about her. Here's a ten-dollar bill, tell them, Nurse Betsy sent you."I take the ten-dollar bill and feel l
"Wow, I didn't think you had it in you," Percy says after Missy drives away.The night air is chilly, and Mark still hasn't texted anyone to tell us how Sam is doing. He's a good guy, so I know Sam's in good hands. At least someone can be there for her."What do you mean," I ask?Maybe it's a dumb question to ask. But the truth is it's been hard for me to be true to myself lately. All it took was facing the place where my dad fell to his death—plummeting hundreds of feet below the waterfall. His final moments must have been filled with fear, regret, and unresolved desires. I don't want to die regretting not going after Sam when I had the chance."I mean, I didn't think you had it in you to decide on Sam finally. You seemed so certain about letting her go before. So what's changed," Percy asks as Hazel hands me a cup of coffee?No one has fallen asleep. This camping trip is a complete disaster, from the looks of it. There were six
"What the hell, Missy? You hurt Sam!" I shout as Missy gets off Sam. She's knocked Sam out. There's a little bit of blood on her hands. I pick Sam up and cradle her on my lap."I didn't mean to hurt Sam. But she is trying to come between us, Robbie. She's trying to break us up. I can't let her do that.""Was knocking her out and dragging her out of my tent necessary? Get out of here! I don't want to see you right now. Go get, Mark, and tell him what you did to his fiance," I say while holding Sam in my arms.The entire camp is awake and is staring at the scene we are creating. It's Missy's fault. Sam wanted to comfort me in my time of need, and Missy had to go and get jealous. My mind wanders to the moments before Missy ruined my moment with Sam."Do you love me, Sam?""Yes, I do."Sam didn't hesitate in her response. She only spoke the truth. She only told me what I needed to hear, what we both knew to be true. That she loved me, and it's p
Loud sobbing is heard in the distance. It sounds like Robbie, but I can't be sure. We agreed to meet later. Regardless of how we feel about each other, he's still my best friend first and always. His father died here among the falls and forests, and like a fog-brained mother, I too have forgotten this detail.I can't believe I forgot the name of the place of his father's fall. His father's death never made sense to any of us. Robbie was so quiet and upset about it I never pressed the issue. But somewhere in his grief, he blames himself for the death of his dead father.It's not his fault the world came crashing down for him the day he went hunting. It was never clear why they hunted near the falls or why they followed a deer so close to the edge. The deer was found beside his father. Perhaps it pushed him over the edge. But unfortunately, his body was so destroyed by the fall that it was hard to determine anything in an autopsy. And Robbie was left fatherless, traumati