Girls Dont Play Football

Chapter Thirteen: Escape

For the rest of the night Whitney went on and on about this Eve girl. I wanted to be the overprotective best friend but from what I was hearing I actually started to like Eve too. If this was a cartoon I swear Whitney's eyes would be big red hearts right now. "Her favorite singer is Sam Smith, she actually watches football and understands it, and she knows all of the words to Bohemian Rhapsody! I think I'm in love. I'm gonna marry this girl. Is gay marriage legal in California?" Whitney rushed as I laughed at her.

We were in her room sitting on her bed. Glenn was in our room and Luke was downstairs, still eating. "I'm happy you're happy Whit, but I think you shouldn't buy the wedding ring just yet. Do you know how pissed I would be if you got married after one date and I've been working on Glenn for two years now?" I ask while laughing. Whitney nervously chuckled and nodded. Oh no. Back space Simone. "I mean not that I want to really get married. Just ignore me. I'm just talking to talk. So when do I really get to meet this 'love of your life'? The first time doesn't count since I was in a hospital gown." I jokingly say while rubbing the back of my neck. Why am I an idiot?

Thankfully, Whitney left it alone. "Hopefully I can get a few more dates in and then I'll invite her to the big 'battle of the sexes' game." Her smile slowly leaves her face. "I know this game means a lot to all of us but do you really feel comfortable playing against Glenn? I mean you both are sore losers and winners so should I be looking for a new place to live before you two destroy this one with your pettiness?" Even though she said it in a joking manner I knew Whitney was a little worried. Glenn and I are sore losers. Whenever one or both of us lose a game we are there to comfort the other. Never have we lost to the other before. I haven't heard Glenn complain about it so why should I?

I shrugged before laying back on her bed and stretching. "I think everything will be fine. If we win I'll rub it in Malcolm's face, not Glenn's. If we lose then I'll make Glenn buy me ten pounds of ice cream. Win-win." I smile. "Forget the game, I have to tell you about this barbeque that you left me to get through alone. Thanks for that by the way." I glare at Whit but all she does is flash a big smile. "So it turns out that Glenn's family didn't know that he never wants to get married. I mean I know it's not a big deal and every time they see me they asked about a wedding. I just thought that... I have no idea what I thought. Maybe that they were hard headed and that they thought that if they kept bringing it up then it would happen. I just never thought that not wanting to get married was a secret. I talked to him about it and at the end of the barbeque he told them everything. No beating around the bush. That's why everyone was moody when you got back. Am I over thinking this? Why keep it a secret?" I sigh.

Whitney slowly lays down beside me. We both just stare up at the ceiling. "Well, I'm not a therapist but I think you're asking the wrong question. It shouldn't be 'are you over thinking this?', it should be 'why do I find this so important?'. Are you upset that he lied to his family for so long or are you upset that him lying to them made you realize something you didn't want to?" She asked. I looked over at her confused. "It made sense to me. What I'm saying is that maybe he didn't tell them to keep them happy. Or to keep the hope of marriage alive to you just in case he changes his mind about it. Can you imagine not being ready for something and someone else is and when you're finally ready the other person isn't? That has to hurt like hell." She explained.

I hummed in thought. Could that be what Glenn was doing? Did I ruin my chances of ever getting married? Do I even want to get married? Too many questions floated through my head. I needed time to think alone, I needed time to think alone. "Maybe, I'll never know unless I talk to Glenn. I guess I'll let you go to sleep now so you can dream about how perfect Eve is. Unless you wanna Facetime her and fall asleep together." I laugh as Whitney pushes me off of the bed. "Okay I'm leaving. Remember, it's your turn to cook dinner tomorrow. Good night." She mumbles in return as I walk out and close the door. Slowly I walked toward my room. When I got to the door I didn't open it. I couldn't open it. I just stood there with my hand on the handle. What's wrong with me? Why is marriage even important? We're doing everything a married couple does now, so why is this so important to me? Why am I freaking out about this? I don't even care about being married or not. So why can't I open this fucking door?!