Jenna had been best friends with Everett for years. One morning, he leaves her house after one of their weekend sleepovers and she doesn't hear from him for months.
After worrying and worrying, a letter shows up.
Jenna, now alone has to discover wha...
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I was in a taxi in New York City, it was nighttime and the city was sparkling with lights. The taxi stopped at the hotel I had booked. I had to find Everett and he had to be in New York by now. I got out and paid the driver, he drove off. I was alone in New York but the fact that I would soon find Everett made me less nervous. I went inside the building.
"Room key under Jenna Stevens?" I asked the lady behind the desk. "Got it," she handed it to me, "oh and there's a letter here for you also. A guy, he overheard me booking you and said that it was for you." She handed me another red envelope with Everett's writing. "He's checked into this hotel?" I asked her suddenly, she tapped her fingers on the desk. "He's got one more night booked, really nice guy." She said.
I couldn't stop smiling, "thanks so much!" I went to leave before I paused again, "which room?" I asked. "I know him personally, he's my best friend. I came here to see him." The lady looked up at me, her blonde hair shortly cut, "room 306, third floor."
"Thank you, again." I ran for the elevator. I went up and checked into my room, my heart was racing and I was pacing. I didn't want to intrude on him just yet, I would do that tomorrow before he took off again. "I actually did it, I achieved everything I wanted to do." I said. My head went back to all the times I had pushed Everett away, I had liked him but Adam was in the way. Adam, the one person I could never get over, the one I was dreaming would come back and tell me he still cared.
Yet, when it all came down to that. I had been the one who pushed him away, all I could think of in the moment he asked me for my number was Everett. I made up a dumb excuse and that ended that dream. It was about time I stopped hurting Everett, maybe that's why he went on his own in the first place.
Then, that part hit me. Everett wanted to get away, get away from all the heartbreak I had given him. We sang and had sleepovers on weekends, we did things couples seemed to do. It had been hurting him and hurting him. I had been hurting him and hurting him, I had only cared how Adam felt for me, how Adam had to be there for everything. Yet, I had ignored the fact that Everett was there. Everett was right there, Everett was singing with me, telling me he wanted to be with me in my dream house, Everett was right there, my best friend. I had pushed him aside for a total jerk who cheated on me, who time didn't stop for and who only thought he liked me.
It was Everett I had hurt, it was Everett I should've told I liked. Everett would never hurt me the way Adam did, never ever. Right there as I lied on my bed in the hotel room in New York City with Everett's room being below mine, I realized I had loved him all along.
