Romeo and Juliet

43 -I-

Did I Just Friend Zone Zed? 

"Actually, I've changed my mind about the wedding," I confess, the lie tasting bitter on my tongue. I've fibbed to boyfriends in the past without a second thought, but deceiving Zed feels cruel, and I despise myself for it.

"Why the sudden change? You seemed keen on it," he probes.

I offer a nonchalant shrug. "Just not feeling it anymore."

He studies me, a smile breaking through. "No worries. I was considering skipping it myself. This wheelchair... it's a constant downer. I'd rather stay here. By the way, you've been quiet. Missed your messages."

I'd forgotten to mention my phone situation. Steering him into the living room, I explain the temporary disconnect, and he accepts it with a nod, transitioning from his chair to the sofa.

Michael, silent since Karina's exit, lounges on a nearby chair, hands casually draped behind his head.

We chat, share laughs, and munch on nachos until it's time for them to depart. Thankfully, our time remains uninterrupted by Mom, Karina, or Lily.

Michael checks his watch and rises. "Time to head out. Gotta run an errand for my cousin. And he needs his car."

Relief washes over me. Their departure is timely; explanations to Lily and Jude can wait. Mom would understand, but Lily's scrutiny is another matter.

Zed lingers for a moment, his lips meeting mine in a fleeting kiss. I can't help but compare it to how Romeo might kiss me—passionate, intense. But as Zed's kiss deepens, the spark I yearn for fails to ignite. I feign enjoyment, a hollow moan escaping me, and guilt gnaws at me.

When did I become this person, torn between two men, fantasizing about one while with the other?

Romeo's blossoming romance with Holly only fuels my jealousy. I crave the affection he lavishes on her, and it sickens me. Why do I pine for someone unattainable? Worst of all, Romeo flaunts their love when I'm around, as if to taunt me with what I've rejected. It's a painful reminder of my unrequited feelings.

"I should get going. Mike's waiting," Zed chuckles, snapping me out of my reverie.

I nod, escorting him to the door, watching as they leave. He promises to return soon, and I pray it's not too soon.

Mom enters shortly after, garden-worn and disheveled. She drinks thirstily, then inquires about the visitors.

"They're just friends," I reply, the words sealing Zed's fate in my heart.

"And what sent Karina dashing out as if chased by flames?" She plants her hand firmly on her hip.

"Michael showed up," I say, my gaze flickering to the figure behind her.

"Oh! Why the silent treatment?" Mom pivots to Karina who walks back.

"We clashed a few days back, and I was surprised at seeing him here... I didn't want to stir the pot," she murmurs, her head bowed.

My heart aches for her. The weight of her struggles, amplified by her pregnancy, seems unbearable for someone so young.

"Is Michael the father?" Lily strides into the kitchen, her question hanging unanswered in the air. She is always like this. Jude and Lily's genes made me who I am now.

"I'm practically deafened by the silence," she quips, perching on a corner stool.

"Lily, weren't you with Leo?" Mom teases, sidestepping her question.

"I've done my part—gift bought, presence promised. Let them handle their own wedding," Lily retorts with a scoff.

Papito's excited dash to the door signals an arrival. The rumble of Romeo's motorcycle ceases, followed by a firm knock. Papito barks a greeting, more eagerly than he ever does for me.

"I'll get it," Karina chuckles, heading for the door, with Lily's gleaming eyes and Mom in tow.

Laughter and playful banter reach my ears as I approach. Each holds a dandelion, stirring a twinge of discontent within me.

"Look at this," Lily beams, brandishing her floral gift.

Arms crossed, eyebrow arched, I'm ready to confront him for making me feel like an outsider. Yet, his smile and the charming dimple that accompanies it disarm me. My resolve fades, and the room spins as he approaches, presenting me not just with a dandelion, but a bouquet of the most vibrant sunflowers I've ever beheld.