Nothing should come between best friends, not even boys. ESPECIALLY not boys. Natalie and Brooke have had each other's backs forever. Natalie is the quiet one, college bound and happy to stay home and watch old movies. Brooke is the movie—the life of every party, the girl everyone wants to be. Then it happens—one crazy night that Natalie can't remember and Brooke's boyfriend, Aiden, can't forget. Suddenly there's a question mark in Natalie and Brooke's friendship that tests everything they thought they knew about each other and has both girls discovering what true friendship really means.(Goodreads summary.)
When I awoke to the gray light and the repeating Vertigo DVD menu at 6:00 a.m., Aiden had an arm wrapped around my ankles. I didn’t want to move. I savored the moment, watching him, and then tried to get back to sleep. I don’t think I ever did, but still, I lay there until 10:00 a.m. with him. When he shifted, I…pretended, I guess, to wake up.
“Hey,” he said. He looked slightly regretful. This caused guilt to rise in my own chest.
“Hey,” I said back, and sat up. I ran my hand through my hair. It felt like a bird’s nest, and I was sure it looked worse.
By the light of day, it seemed so obvious that we shouldn’t have hung out like we had the night before. Nothing had happened. But that wasn’t the most important issue. The important issue was whether Brooke would feel weird about Aiden staying over. We both knew she would.
He picked up his phone and rubbed his face. I watched him read something and mutter, “Dammit.”
I remembered my own phone and looked to see that I had a text from Brooke asking if I wanted to come over in a little while. She had only sent the text half an hour ago.
“She texted you, too, huh?” he asked.
“Yeah. She wants to know if I want to come over later.”
He nodded slowly. “Guess she’s feeling better.”
“Hangovers go away. Amazing, huh?” I gave a small laugh.
“How, um…how are you feeling? Brooke said you were throwing up a little while back.” “Oh…yeah, I’m fine. Must have been a bug or something. I don’t know, maybe stress? My body handles stress in weird ways.”
“Well, as long as you’re feeling fine now, I guess it’s all good.”
The truth was that I hadn’t been feeling my best lately. I almost never got sick, and when I did, I usually felt kind of crappy under the surface. It never turned into anything that stopped me from going to school or anything. No flus, colds, sinus infections, nothing like that. I was exhausted and listless, but was mostly fine. I didn’t want to tell my dad or he’d make me go to the doctor, which would be expensive and pointless. I was one hundred percent sure I would get blood drawn and they’d tell me it was just stress and to drink more water. That happened every time I gave in and went to the doctor.
Anything To Have You by Paige Harbison
“Yep, I’m good.”
“All right, cool…well, I should head out.”
“Right, right. Um. I’m sure I’ll see you soon. Monday at least.”
“Yeah.” He looked at me for a second as he stood, and then his tense expression softened. “Last night was fuckin’ awesome by the way. Vertigo is a crazy movie.”
“Long. But crazy, yes.”
“Yeah, it is really long. Probably why I’m exhausted this morning.”
I stood to walk with him to the door. “That’s probably due to the fact that, this time, you actually did sleep on the couch.”
He took a second to realize what I meant, and then said, “Ah. Right. I guess…this is another thing we don’t mention to Brooke?” He made a wincing face. “I guess not…just…I don’t want her to feel weird.”
“We should probably stop doing things that she wouldn’t want to hear about,” I said. He bit the inside of his cheek and nodded quickly. “Probably a good idea.” His gaze locked on mine for a second and a half too long, and my heart swelled.
“Yep, bye.” I turned quickly and closed the door.
Paige Harbison recently graduated from Towson University with a Bachelor of Science in Fine Arts. She grew up on the outskirts of Washington D.C. She spends most of her time with friends--who give her constant inspiration for characters--and calls it research. The rest of her time is spent writing, painting, and following all of the worst TV shows.
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