In the Clouds

Ch. 5

        It's the worst feeling when you feel like you're developing feelings for someone, and have no one to talk to about it. The worst. I would tell Jade, but I can't risk another fight. Then, again I need to tell someone that I might've, kind of, slightly, somewhat, sort of, like Luke. I basically spent the rest of the weekend debating this through my mind. One part of me is kind of mad at Jade, for her reaction for me being with Luke at The Cabin. Another part of me can't go on without her. She is, after all, my best friend. Somehow I find myself calling her to tell her about this, this unknown feeling that has been brought upon me.

        "Hey uh Jade?" My voice muffled into the phone speaker.

        "Oh, Lexi," Jade yawned. "What do you you want." Jade harshly added.

        "I uh I just um"

        "Let me guess, you've been hiding something else from me?" she exclaimed.

        "Hide it from you?" I questioned. Is she seriously not over what happened? I felt guilty for not telling her but I'm not gonna let her push me around like this.

        "You know I would do anything to meet any one of them. Anything!" she exaggerated, proving she isn't over what happened.

        "Well it's all over now. That dinner meant nothing to me," I lied "or him." I added.

        "You can't just do this to me and then-" Jade's voice was cut off by the vibration in my phone. "What was that?" She asked, pretending we weren't just fighting. It was Luke. My heart fluttered at his name on my lock screen. No, you don't like him. I told myself this over and over. But I do.

        "It was Luke," I hesitated. I need to tell her, I need to. She is my best friend and no one else would want to listen to my problems about developing feelings for a guy in a famous band. I kind of do like Luke. Kind of. I read the text.

Luke: Let's hang out while I'm still in your town. The beach? It was perfect weather for the beach. We were in the beginning of June and in my little town outside Los Angeles the sun was shining bright. I was just minutes from the beach and... My inner thought was cut off by my "best friend" on the line.

        "What did he say! What did he say? What. Did. He. Say!" she questioned, impolitely.

        "He wants to umm," should I tell her? Should I? "meet me at the beach." I guess that's a yes. Silence then draped upon us. When I thought she would get mad or jealous, she started to act supportive.

        "Oh great! Have fun!" she chirped. What the hell? One second we are fighting and the next we are getting along? Maybe she realized that Luke being my friend could benefit her. Maybe she realized that I made a mistake and that she should get over it. Or maybe she realized that what's past is past and we can't change it.

        I texted Luke back a casual yes and him and I started to work out the details of the day at the beach. He decided he would pick me up, which is great cause I'm a terrible driver. But as we exchanged the details in our plan, my mind kept drifting back to Jade. Why would she act so happy for me? Why was she acting all supportive? That's the thing I didn't know yet, though. She was acting, just acting.

        "Hey! Hop in Lexi!" Luke shouted from the inside of his car as I walked down my sidewalk to his car. He apparently got the address wrong and was two houses before mine. That's alright, though, I was wearing comfortable flip flops. Jade had actually helped me with this entire outfit. I was wearing a baby blue two-piece, with white polka dots. My cover up on top of that was a long white see through shirt, I know a see through shirt doesn't really "cover up" much. I didn't work out all year for nothing. I opened the car door and sat my blue and pink tote bag on my lap. I took in the amazing sight beside me.  Luke was wearing dark blue swim trunks with a black stripe down the side. He is shirtless but has a green towel around his neck. It was a long towel and he seemed bothered by it a lot. Without thinking, I reached over and pulled it from around his neck as we drove down my street. He looked over at me.