Was It Always Us? | COMPLETED ✔

𝙰 𝙼𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰 𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚅𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚖

"So." I voiced out, my arms behind my back. I was at Bib's, and I stood in front of Amy. She averted her gaze and I tried not to smile.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"Congratulations, again."

I was still in a pretty sour mood, but I figured Amy didn't deserve that. She finally met my eyes and looked a little confused when she saw my smile.

"You sure you're okay-"

"Positive. I can't wait for your wedding."

She reluctantly grinned, elation evident on her features. Her eyes seemed to light up, and I felt really happy seeing her like that. She closed the distance between us and hugged me, and I wrapped my arms around her shoulders too. It was a well-meaning hug. Like an apology. And a promise. That things didn't have to be bad. They could get better, too. 

I remembered the first time I'd met Amy. The awkwardness, the familiarity, the conversations. I was glad she'd come into my life. She was a really close friend, and I knew I could always count on her. 

"Thank you so much." she mumbled, and when she pulled back, I saw she was crying a bit. I'll admit I felt a little teary too. But I put on a brave face.

"Stop that. This is supposed to be a good moment."

She shook her head and chuckled.

"These are happy tears."

I scoffed, but he smile on my face didn't disappear.

"I- well, Ryle told me Lily knows about..." she began, circling back to the awkward conversation we were both trying to avoid. Her previous joy had been replaced by what seemed like dread. Obviously, she was wondering about her reaction and whether I'd take her side if she said she wasn't okay with all of this.

"She met up with Ryle."

"Yeah, he told me. He also said she-"

"Didn't he tell you about their conversation?"

"He said it went well. But he would tell me more, later. Now I'm feeling a bit worried."

"It's fine, Amy, stop overreacting. Lily has the same stance that I do."

"Good. Great." she sighed.

We went back to our work, and I voiced out a question.

"Who's gonna be your maid of honor?"

She looked a little taken aback by my inquiry, and I felt a bit abashed, but the damage was done. I pretended to be engrossed in the chocolate ganache I was stirring.

"No idea. I don't really have a close friend."

I acted like I was hurt and put a hand over my chest, feigning surprise.

"Not even me? I'm not your close friend?"

She tried to take her words back, but I was a pretty good liar. I sniffled and went back to cooking, not even paying attention to her.

"Hey. You're not offended by what I said, are you? Come on, Atlas. Stop being a baby." she chided. When I didn't reply, she continued.

"Y-you can be my maid of honor, alright? Happy?"

I cracked up and she realized her mistake. Her cheeks flushed.

"You, Atlas Corrigan," she spoke sternly, waving her spatula at me. "are a really, really mean guy."

"Plus, your maid of honor. What dress should I wear?"

"For God's sake-"

"Maybe a pink gown with lots of flowers. I'll braid my hair too. Will you tie it for me?"