This Should Make A Terrible Story

Am I gonna lose you?

Breakfast was too fun with the both of them.

Right after we finished, Sue headed upstairs to shower for work, Jessica and I stayed by the table to talk while snacking on the leftover bacon.

I almost forgot to ask her.

"What did you mean when you said you leave tomorrow?"

"It's a culinary summer class."

"Where?"

"Upstate. An hour-long drive from here."

"For how long?"

"A week. Literally seven days. I'll be back by Thursday."

"Thursday's two days from now." I said jokingly in an attempt to convince her.

"NEXT Thursday, Funnybone." She said.

"Well, I'll miss you. I just met you and now you're--"

"For fucks sake, Drama Queen, we're not in a soap opera like the third season of Arrow."

She has a point. That season was disappointing as hell.

"I'll text ya each night, kay? Just to make sure you don't get a new best friend or lose your virginity or get your first kiss or whatever." I said.

"BUCKY, YOU'RE MY FIRST KISS, IT HAPPENED YESTERDAY. And dude, I'm no slut bro, I'm motherfreaking Jessica Lark."

"MY best friend. MY. MINE."

"Alright, settle Down, Larfleeze."

"No, say it. Say I'm your best friend and you won't replace me."

Okay, I dunno whether or not I was aware that I was overreacting, but I kept going.

"Buck. It's seven days."

"A lot can happen in those Seven Days puddin."

"Okay, enough!!" She said.

First time I saw her mad.

"You don't own me, Bucky, stop. Right now."

"Alright, I'm sorry... I'm a bit paranoid. You know I haven't had..."

"Yeah. And the world doesn't revolve around you. Me too, buck." She's really furious

"I'm sorry, Kay?" I said.

Fuck. I'm messing everything up.

"I'm gonna make more friends, Buck. Breakfast was great, tell Sue thanks, she was fun. You were great. You were the best. You're my best, but we're just Best Friends. I'll text you." She said.

"..."

"Okay?"

"That's..."

"It's what?" She asked

"That's reassuring enough." I said, but unconvincingly. It was bumming, how I was screwing up everything.

"Come on, Buck, I'm gonna need a more convincing answer."

"No, really, have fun. I'm sorry if I'm being a buzzkill. Seriously, you should have fun." I tried to smirk. I think I even smiled, but I could tell I had sad eyes.

"Tell you what buck." She said with a cute, um, great, I dunno how to decribe it, it was acute smile with her lips closed inwards, if you get the picture. Like the bottom lip bit by the upper lip, not teeth but lip. Like, um, a lip smack.

"Yeah?"

"I've done you the liberty of getting the number of a certain redhead girl who works a summer job at a certain poolside concierge that you've been crushing on since forever now."

"Stacey? How do you know about Stacey?"

"Come on, it was obvious from the look on your face yesterday."

"When did you--?"

"She dropped by my place last night because I left my bra in the ladies room, which is your fault, and she stayed for dinner and we quickly became girlfriends."

"Wh- really?"

"She gave me her number, I'm pretty sure she's fine with me giving it to you. You actually have a lot in common."

"Like what?" I asked.

Also, pretty sure? Won't that make me look desperate or something?

Jess and I had a lot in common,

Perhaps too much. They do say opposites attract.

"For me to know, for you to go ask her yourself."

"You are such a mini-Sue you know that?"

"What? I just finished and I heard my name."

I turned to see Sue by the stairs in almost in uniform, with her dark gray pants and an unbuttoned polo.

"For gods sake, Sue, wear your bra!" I screamed.

"Bra? Oh no, Art, my melons need to be set free. Besides, who needs one when you get fucked in the office everyday?"

"Sue!!"

"Kidding.. Relax, I'll wear a jacket over this. One last peek for your horny eyes, handsome?" She said, showing me her left breast.

"FOR. FUCKS. SAKE. SUE!!"

"Oh, he's always been the Jealous type. Hey, Jess!"

"Oh, trust me, I just learned. Nice "

ARE. YOU. SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!

"Oh, thanks. Now excuse me while I button this up before DAaaD here gets a heart attack.

What? I'm not a jealous type, on what grounds can they state that I'm the jealous type?

"I'm not jealous.😡"

"You're cute. Now, my adorkable best friend Bucky, I have to pack for tomorrow. I'll see you next Thursday, kay?"

"We'll both still be virgins by then?"

"We're not losing our virginities to each other, bro, what the hell?"

"My god, sorry."

Screwed up. Again.

"You'll still be adorkable by then kay? Good luck sweeoing your Lois Lane of her feet. DON'T. CALL HER. CAPTIVATING."

Well that's unfair, just seconds ago shescolded me for lretty much the same thing.

Eh, women. What are ya gonna do?

Thanks, Mr. O'Mally.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Great. I'll text ya!" She said before giving me a kiss on the right cheek and turning and walking back to her house.

"And stop staring at my ass, Grayson."