I think he just wants to bang her, cause he never got any in the almost three years that they went off and on. I had always smiled and told him to be safe if he ever got her in bed (or on the couch, or the ground, maybe the back of his beat-up inherited slug-bug) but maybe I resented him because he could be romantic with her. But back then I didn't know that I was anything but hetero. I sigh and feel a sting in the back of my throat as a preacher screams at passing students, telling the world to walk away from sin. The words sting, but I know his God cannot hurt me because I don't believe in him. And Kris beside me is newly Wiccan so we just sit, immune.
"Because it's worth it." I finally respond, spotting a couple fighting in the distance, their five-dollar Starbucks sitting forgotten in their laps. I hope they kiss and make up later. "Being in a relationship is about being close to people and vulnerable- about trusting them not to hurt you." Birds dance above us and I remember how my boyfriend kissed me last night- kissed me like he wanted to drown in me. What's the quote? 'A glass of water for a man dying of thirst at sea'? That was him last night.
"But is it worth it? If it ends bad then there's only pain and heartbreak and horribly awkward moment after." She retorts, but I know she wants me to keep pushing so she can know she's wrong. She's critical of everything but wants to believe in love because there really isn't much else to life. I laugh and she frowns, the dark childhood freckles on her face moving as her face scrunches. But there is no anger in her eyes. She doesn't have time to be angry with me because we're best friends and she has to get on a plane to go home to the East Coast and school in two days.
I shrug and twist my arms until she shoulders and elbows pop, a habit I took from her when we were in our first year of high-school together. "Even if it doesn't work out there should still be good memories in that head of yours that have to do with that person, enough to outweigh the bad." I'm swinging it around to her now, purposefully making it personal. She wont notice though, because now I have her thinking. She's cute as she glares at the ground, trying to find a way to break my words and get rid of their meaning. But she wont, because she really wants to believe them.
"Because it's worth it." I finally respond, spotting a couple fighting in the distance, their five-dollar Starbucks sitting forgotten in their laps. I hope they kiss and make up later. "Being in a relationship is about being close to people and vulnerable- about trusting them not to hurt you." Birds dance above us and I remember how my boyfriend kissed me last night- kissed me like he wanted to drown in me. What's the quote? 'A glass of water for a man dying of thirst at sea'? That was him last night.
"But is it worth it? If it ends bad then there's only pain and heartbreak and horribly awkward moment after." She retorts, but I know she wants me to keep pushing so she can know she's wrong. She's critical of everything but wants to believe in love because there really isn't much else to life. I laugh and she frowns, the dark childhood freckles on her face moving as her face scrunches. But there is no anger in her eyes. She doesn't have time to be angry with me because we're best friends and she has to get on a plane to go home to the East Coast and school in two days.
I shrug and twist my arms until she shoulders and elbows pop, a habit I took from her when we were in our first year of high-school together. "Even if it doesn't work out there should still be good memories in that head of yours that have to do with that person, enough to outweigh the bad." I'm swinging it around to her now, purposefully making it personal. She wont notice though, because now I have her thinking. She's cute as she glares at the ground, trying to find a way to break my words and get rid of their meaning. But she wont, because she really wants to believe them.
