friends with benefits situation. What on earth am I
thinking? I roll my shoulders back and forth to loosen my muscles.
Ben may be a player, but I have faith he would never risk our
friendship for sex. Would he?
Then I think how surprised I am by my
restraint on keeping this all from Jessica. I figure my control
over this situation must be a mix of two things: One because of all
the wedding hype, and two because I am in too deep with Steven. If
I tell Jessica now, she will be furious. What I need to do is let
the Steven situation fizzle out naturally. If I don’t, the
repercussions from Jessica will be nothing short of a dramatic
squabble followed by a serious best friend demotion.
I make a promise to myself
that no matter what happens, I will come clean and tell her – of
course not until the wedding is over. In my defense, I do not want
to divert any of the attention from her to me at all this week.
This is her wedding and her big day. Burdening her with my problems would only put me in
complete breech of my maid-of-honor contract.
I hear Jessica’s voice, prompting me
with a high pitched “Okay?”
I have zoned out to the point of
entirely missing what she was talking about. I nod in agreement and
worry I have just signed my life away.
“ Yay!” She exclaims and
leans across the table. She stirs her straw amongst the ice cubes
in her drink then adds, “I am so happy you agree. I knew you would
love to end your speech off by performing our rendition of “Baby
Got Back” that we choreographed in fifth grade. It would be such a
great finishing touch.”
I choke on my drink, and let out a few
coughs, “Really? You think?”
“ Oh Megan! I knew you
weren’t listening!” She pulls her straw out from her drink, and
flicks limey droplets in my face, “Like I would make you do that!
But honestly, this speech is important to me. You know
that.”
“ I know” I say wiping the
sticky substance from my cheek, “I’m sorry. I promise it will be
the best speech you have ever heard.”
Jessica smiles, “It better be.” and
gives me a great big drunk hug.
Within no time, the bar is closing and
we are the only ones left. The servers tidy up around us, and I
know from my previous stint as a server in college, that this is
the staff’s polite way of telling you to get the hell
out.
“ Let’s go back to our
villa” Stephanie exclaims to entice the others.
Of course Matthew and Eric agree, but
level headed Michael kisses the top of Jessica’s head, and decides
for both of them to call it a night. Jessica forces a small
protest, but with a final yawn, she gives in to Michael’s better
notions as they head off to their villa.
“ Maybe we should all go to
bed.” I say with a yawn.
“ Why are you always such a
party pooper?” Michelle says and slams back the rest of her
drink.
“ I am not party pooping, I
am just being reasonable. Besides, it’s one-thirty in the morning.”
I reply.
“ We are on vacation Megan!”
Eric shouts and nudges me as he grazes by my side. “Lighten
up.”
Ben laughs at Eric’s comment and
teasingly gives me a pout. I roll my eyes at him and shout to
everyone walking away from me, “All of you are going to be sorry in
the morning.”
They all ignore me and chatter amongst
themselves, continuing their pursuit to our villa. Ben lingers at
my side, and drapes his arm around my shoulders as we follow behind
everyone else. Once we are halfway to our villa, he ruffles my hair
and whispers, “Play along with me.”
Before I can even ask him what he is
talking about, he stops dead in his tracks and shouts to everyone
up ahead, “Megan left her purse at the restaurant. We’re going to
go back and get it. We’ll catch up with you in a bit.”
I turn bright red, thankful it is
pitch black outside. I am thrilled and nervous in anticipation of
what he has in mind. Our friends mumble a mixture of whatever, and
see you soon, as Ben and I watch them fade into the dark of
thinking? I roll my shoulders back and forth to loosen my muscles.
Ben may be a player, but I have faith he would never risk our
friendship for sex. Would he?
Then I think how surprised I am by my
restraint on keeping this all from Jessica. I figure my control
over this situation must be a mix of two things: One because of all
the wedding hype, and two because I am in too deep with Steven. If
I tell Jessica now, she will be furious. What I need to do is let
the Steven situation fizzle out naturally. If I don’t, the
repercussions from Jessica will be nothing short of a dramatic
squabble followed by a serious best friend demotion.
I make a promise to myself
that no matter what happens, I will come clean and tell her – of
course not until the wedding is over. In my defense, I do not want
to divert any of the attention from her to me at all this week.
This is her wedding and her big day. Burdening her with my problems would only put me in
complete breech of my maid-of-honor contract.
I hear Jessica’s voice, prompting me
with a high pitched “Okay?”
I have zoned out to the point of
entirely missing what she was talking about. I nod in agreement and
worry I have just signed my life away.
“ Yay!” She exclaims and
leans across the table. She stirs her straw amongst the ice cubes
in her drink then adds, “I am so happy you agree. I knew you would
love to end your speech off by performing our rendition of “Baby
Got Back” that we choreographed in fifth grade. It would be such a
great finishing touch.”
I choke on my drink, and let out a few
coughs, “Really? You think?”
“ Oh Megan! I knew you
weren’t listening!” She pulls her straw out from her drink, and
flicks limey droplets in my face, “Like I would make you do that!
But honestly, this speech is important to me. You know
that.”
“ I know” I say wiping the
sticky substance from my cheek, “I’m sorry. I promise it will be
the best speech you have ever heard.”
Jessica smiles, “It better be.” and
gives me a great big drunk hug.
Within no time, the bar is closing and
we are the only ones left. The servers tidy up around us, and I
know from my previous stint as a server in college, that this is
the staff’s polite way of telling you to get the hell
out.
“ Let’s go back to our
villa” Stephanie exclaims to entice the others.
Of course Matthew and Eric agree, but
level headed Michael kisses the top of Jessica’s head, and decides
for both of them to call it a night. Jessica forces a small
protest, but with a final yawn, she gives in to Michael’s better
notions as they head off to their villa.
“ Maybe we should all go to
bed.” I say with a yawn.
“ Why are you always such a
party pooper?” Michelle says and slams back the rest of her
drink.
“ I am not party pooping, I
am just being reasonable. Besides, it’s one-thirty in the morning.”
I reply.
“ We are on vacation Megan!”
Eric shouts and nudges me as he grazes by my side. “Lighten
up.”
Ben laughs at Eric’s comment and
teasingly gives me a pout. I roll my eyes at him and shout to
everyone walking away from me, “All of you are going to be sorry in
the morning.”
They all ignore me and chatter amongst
themselves, continuing their pursuit to our villa. Ben lingers at
my side, and drapes his arm around my shoulders as we follow behind
everyone else. Once we are halfway to our villa, he ruffles my hair
and whispers, “Play along with me.”
Before I can even ask him what he is
talking about, he stops dead in his tracks and shouts to everyone
up ahead, “Megan left her purse at the restaurant. We’re going to
go back and get it. We’ll catch up with you in a bit.”
I turn bright red, thankful it is
pitch black outside. I am thrilled and nervous in anticipation of
what he has in mind. Our friends mumble a mixture of whatever, and
see you soon, as Ben and I watch them fade into the dark of
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