Maybe One Day

3: Watch Out For Walls

"Last day of school!" Skylar screeches in my ear.

I laugh and walk out the front doors for the last time until August. Senior year. Then college. But first, summer. I walk down the steps and jog to catch up with Maddie and Skylar. We figured we would all go somewhere on the last day of school, so we're going to the local Chinese restaurant, then going to see the new Captain America movie.

"So what are your plans for summer, Liv?" Maddie asks me.

I pause. I had thought a lot about what this summer would hold for me. For years my summers were spent with my book in a nose, usually on the back porch so I could still say I was getting fresh air, or getting ahead on my summer work or hanging out with one of my two friends occasionally.

As all this goes through my head, I realize they both have been waiting for an answer. "I'm not sure," I answer. "We'll see, I guess." They just shrug and continue walking.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm going up to see Dallas this weekend," Skylar says.

Skylar is one to fall for a random guy, hard and fast. She has passionate nights and exciting days, and she tells us all the stories and intimate details (as intimate as one can stand to hear). She tells us how she is so deeply in love with him, would do anything for him, until one day, the poor guy, she decides to end their short-lived romance. When we ask her about it, she just shrugs and says, "I just didn't feel it was right anymore, you know?" So basically she just gets bored and moves on to the next guy.

This is why when Skylar said this, we roll our eyes and groan.

She turns to glare at us. "What?"

We look at each other. "Do you think that's such a good idea?" I ask.

"What's not good about it? I love him, he loves me, we should be together for a weekend. At his lake house. Alone," she says this last part with a small smile.

"What's the point of being all lovey-dovey if you're just going to break up with him next week?" Maddie asks.

"Okay, first of all, 'lovey-dovey', really?" Maddie rolls her eyes. "And second," Skylar continues, "what makes you think I want to break up with him?"

Maddie lets out a short, quick laugh. "What is your longest relationship? Three weeks?"

"No!" Skylar replies, indignant. "Bobby Harrison was five weeks,"

"Third grade doesn't count." I add.

"And why not? It doesn't matter how long you stay together, but how strong their feelings are toward each other," Skylar concludes.

"The length of the relationship is much more important than how 'strong the feelings are!'" Maddie says, with air quotes.

This went on for a while.

When we got to the Chinese restaurant, the argument still continuing, I glanced over to my left. Sitting at a nearby table was a boy with light, chestnut brown hair spiked off to the side, with his back facing me. Something about him looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it.

And then I did.

It was Matt, from the party. That I was just beginning to believe was all in my head because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find out anything about him. No one knew him, had ever seen him or heard of him, and I couldn't find him online because I didn't know his last name (not that I tried that much). But there he was, sitting there eating Chinese food. I had to be sure it was him, though.

Meanwhile, somehow the argument had switched topics. "What? Frozen yogurt tastes so much better, with half the fat! How could you not fall in love with that?" Skylar was saying.