Did last night really happen? Missy showed me a really good time despite all of my flounderings. She has a point that Sam is getting married. If my feelings for Sam were obvious to Missy, then everyone else knows too. We can deny all we want when it comes to how we feel, but actions usually speak louder than words. Even Percy noticed my feelings for Sam and how I would pine for her. Of course, I wasn’t trying to be noticeable. But when your best friend means that much to you, how else are you supposed to look at them?But no matter what I do now, I need to face the truth. That Samantha Laplow is marrying Mr. Darcy. I wish I could call him Mark and that I met him before he proposed to Sam. It’s still a pain in the ass that I haven’t met my competition. Is he really my competition anymore? Or should I move on and become Missy’s boyfriend.A life with Missy would mean good food, a life of love, and I wouldn’t have to be alone for the rest of

"Are you going to go after her, man?" Percy asks me. Maybe I should go after Missy and make sure she's okay, but this is too complicated for words. I wish I were madly in love with Missy. It would make running after her seem like the right thing to do. But I've been confused this week. My best friend and biggest crush are getting married. So we cross the line and push boundaries, and now Missy wants to be my housewife. I literally can't play this game anymore, and I can't play them.  If Sam really wanted to be with me, she would have called off her engagement by now and would have let me know. But she is like me in this respect. She can't make up her mind either. So perhaps Missy is the only logical choice. She loves me and is emotionally available.  "You know what, you're right," I say as I get my oversized sneakers on.  "I am?" Percy asks as he raises his voice into a question.  "You are. I think going after Missy is the

My lips are still on Missy's when Sam's name appears on my phone. I hope she isn't asking me to hook up with her again. I can't handle it. Being toyed with by Sam before she gets married is the last thing I ever wanted to do. I know I'm in love with Sam, but I let her go. It's for the best. What Sam and I have is complicated and messy. Missy breaks our kiss and grabs my phone for me. I pretended that I didn't hear it go off. "Are you going to respond?" Missy asks as anger snaps into her body. "No, why who is it?" I ask as I try to pull Missy back in for a kiss. "It's Sam, Robbie. Why is Sam texting you? I thought you were done with her." She walks upstairs to her room and shuts the door in my face. "Missy, come on. Can't we talk about this? I'm not with Sam. Can't you give me a chance? I am trying to get over Sam and be with you. Sam asks if all of us want to meet Mark and her at the new Italian restaurant

The rest of the luncheon is awkward between Missy and me. I am not sure if Mark and Robbie have noticed. The minute Missy declared war against me and my feelings for her boyfriend was the moment I decided to cross the Rubicon. Like Caesar, the great Roman general, I to am willing to fight for what I believe in.If I can get Robbie alone to myself for one more private conversation, it will tell me everything I need to know. I want to hear it from his lips that whatever spark there was between us, whatever fire there has been, has been put out by him. Who does Missy think she is, telling me to back off? I understand that she has loved him for years and that perhaps she is being a little touchy on the matter. If I were in her shoes, I suppose I would be irritable and defensive about finally being with the man of my dreams. Come to think of it. I am not entirely sure why Missy is one of my bridesmaids. She was always more of Hazel's friend than mine. But Robbie would not look pro

As Sam leaves the house, I rip the letter and burn it with a lighter in the fireplace. The last thing I need is for Missy to find it and to start asking questions. Letting Sam go hurts as much as a breakup. Even though we have never been a couple, it still hurts deeply within me. I lie on my bed, in the same spot I used to hold Sam when we were in our youth. I should have told her then that I loved her and wanted to be her boyfriend forever. I can still smell her hair if I close my eyes, the memory of her is beside me. The morning comes into my window. Missy has called me three times. I text her that I will go out to dinner with her. I need the day to collect my thoughts, for they are everywhere. Eating at my soul like a poisonous viper. The thing about vipers is they rattle their tails and prepare to bite down on their victims. That's how this breakup with Sam has destroyed me. We broke up, confessed our love, and gave each other up in our own way. Cupid doesn't want us to