Say you'll stay - Channing Tatum

P.35

She flips through the pages of the tenth interior-magazine she's looked through the past half hour. Quickly examining each page from top to bottom, I can literally see how her eyes moves over the different furnitures that are shown.

"What are you wearing to Alisons dinner?" Madison looks up at me from the couch she's laying on.

I take another sip of my green tea, holding on my answer for a few seconds.

"I don't know if I'm going," I finally say, admitting to my lack of excitement. Sitting around a table of people I haven't spoken to in months, our last conversations being about the weather and how Mia, a friend of Alison, had gotten pregnant three times due to her birth control 'apparently being expired', doesn't sound too exciting.

She glances up at me. "Why? Because you're going to be with him?"

I put down my mug on the nightstand. "I don't know. We don't plan that far ahead."

"We?" Her face breaks into a smile. "Oh my god."

"What?"

"When was the wedding? Did my invitation get stuck somewhere on the way?" She says, her head tilted to the side and a smirk on her lips.

"And the honeymoon! Holy shit, tell me everything!" Her voice is loud and exaggerated. "Is he a good kisser? Does he hold your face like, you know, he does when he's acting and is about to kiss the girl?" A crease form between her brows as she waits for me to answer. "Okay, at least tell me he's good in bed? I'm thinking he probably lifts you up, pushes you up against the wall and fuc-"

"Please stop," I beg. I can feel the heat spread on my cheeks. Just thinking about us like that turns my every thought into a chaotic mess, sending me back and forth between heaven and hell; silently praying that if there's a god, he doesn't hear me.

She laughs and I smile smally, but her eyes says something different and so does mine.

We're supposed to be each others persons. Each others best friends. Yet we can't seem to talk about any of the things that really matter.

"We're not together." I say, and expect my voice to betray me. For it to sound weak, or maybe even crack, but it doesn't. It sounds unusually calm. 

I look out the window and feel her eyes rest one me.

My phone makes a sound.

Channing
What are you doing?

"It's him, isn't it."

I shake my head no, my focus still on the display. The mattres sinks down when she sits down beside me to glance at my phone. "No?" She smiles.

"No." I clarify.

"That's weird. I don't know anyone else named Channing. Do you?" She rises one of her eyebrows, giving me a look.

The display lights up again and we both look down.

From: Channing
Can I make you dinner?

My fingers tap over the keys, only to hit remove and restart the message again.

Not tonight , sorry.

I press send. Mom called me earlier this week to ask if I'd want to come over for dinner. She spoke for fifteen minutes about how much she missed me and all I could say was that I missed her too. Having gone from living together to not even seeing each other is a big change. I'm still trying to adapt to not having her in the next room.

"Are you joking?" Madison throws her hands up in the air. "Are you out of your mind? Saying no to Channing Tatum?"

I look after her as she rolls her eyes at me and gets up from the bed. "Whatever." She sights and leaves the room.