Noelle
Shit. What the fuck happened to high school? I mean, technically, I'm still a senior. But only for a few short months. And then off to the real world I go. Ugh. I don't want to be a big kid. It sucks.
These were my thoughts as I trudged to my locker, heaving a sigh and twisting the wretched combination I had been assigned at the beginning of the year.
"Noelle." Ash chirps. Scaring the crap out of me.
"Jesus." I stare at her wide-eyed and rigid.
"Yeah. What a cool dude."
I roll my eyes.
"Anyways..." She bites her lip to contain a smile, trying to wait until I give her permission to shift the gear to full-on crazy.
"Spill."
"So, um, You know Parker?" She asks, happy like an idiot.
"Yes. Ash, yes, I know Parker."
"He, like, he asked me if I, like....you know..." She was too excited to form coherent sentences. It was a tad annoying.
"Speak." I demanded.
"He proposed." She shoved her hand -that had been, until this point, hidden away in her pocket- in my face. A single silver band with a microscopic diamond in the center was pushed down her ring finger.
"You mean as in marriage?" I let it sink in. What? Was this a joke? Yeah, they had been dating for a while, but marriage? It seemed a little rash. I didn't have the guts or cruelty to tell her my true opinion on the matter, though.
"Um. Yep..... A-and guess what I said. Just guess," She paused for half a second, barely enough time for me to breathe, let alone reply, "Yes. I was all like, 'Yesyesyesyesyes. I love you soo much. Blah.' and then he was like, 'I love you, too. And.."
She continued with the story, adding the occasional 'like', 'um', and 'totally'. I stopped listening, though. As I often did in these one-sided conversations of ours. Great. She was getting married. My best friend was getting married. Being a big kid sucked.
