The Missing Gem

03 | London Calling

Nicole

"Wait what?! He ran into the ocean?!" Diane furrowed her brows while she looked at me, hoping a different answer than the real one would come out of my mouth. 

My best friend and I were spending our Saturday night at her place like we usually do - drinking margaritas, watching a movie, and talking - only this time the movie that we chose for the night was being totally ignored by the both of us since the topic of our conversation was my current situation with Matt.

"Yep. A fucking doctor had to check him up after the coast guard helped him out!"

She couldn't believe the scenery that replayed in my mind over and over again as I explained her how everything went down, her mouth was literally agape and her eyes wide open.

Not a very common look for Diane.

"That's ridiculous!"

"You're telling me! I felt so humiliated and embarrassed but at the same time I was so worried about him. You should have seen him when they pulled him out, he was literally purple. Not exaggerating."

She took a sip of her drink before she turned to her side to put the triangle shaped glass on the table next to the couch. 

After going back to her initial position and facing me she sighed and started with the I told you so speech I knew she had prepared for me since the moment I told her me and Matt were dating, three years ago. 

"Nic, I don't mean to be all cliche and be a bore to you and I don't mean to tell you something you probably already know but... I told you so." 

Here we go, I thought.

 "I know this is the last thing you want to hear right now but you know I love being right and once more, I was, I am." She threw her humor at me and I threw a pillow at her that she easily caught with her hands. "What did I tell you when you told me you and Matthew were dating?"

"You told me it would never work out."

"And why did I say that?" I rolled my eyes, knowing the answer all too well, especially now.

"Because Matt and I are two very different people."

She assertively nodded her head. "I rest my case."

She was right. She always was, that was true. And now, the one time I followed my heart and ignored her take on the relationship, she was right again and I was left with a broken heart.

I was lost in thought while nursing the rest of my margarita, twirling the base of the glass in my fingers. 

"What about us?" I asked, my voice implying my doubts.

"What about us?" She looked confused to say the least, not sure where I was going with the conversation.

"We could not be more different!" I stated matter of factly.

She let out a small laugh and explained herself, again. That's who she was, she always made it look like she had the theories for everything.

"We're best friends! It works well for us that we're different, it's why we are so close. When it comes to guys, although I am a big believer that opposites attract, I just doesn't work that well in a relationship."

I was processing everything she said, thinking she was indeed right, when she interrupted my thoughts.

"You wanna know what I think?"

"What?" I said with a fake smile, knowing the best I could do at this point is exactly listen to her. After all she knows me since we were little kids, she knows me probably better than I know myself.