Abby Jimenez

Josh débarque en Californie pour s’installer chez un couple d’amis. Sur le trajet, bim, accident de voiture ! Cinq minutes plus tard, le voilà en pleine altercation avec cette Kristen sur qui il a foncé. Cerise sur le gâteau, la jeune fille se trouve être intimement liée au couple chez qui Josh va habiter. Grâce à – ou à cause de – ces amis communs, Josh et Kristen se voient régulièrement et se rapprochent peu à peu. Mais Josh, à son plus grand désespoir, est « friendzon頻 par Kristen. Pas par malice ni par fidélité envers son petit ami actuel, mais parce qu’elle va subir une intervention chirurgicale qui la rendra stérile et l’empêche d’envisager toute relation avec lui...

On reste amis ?

meghan healy

ing fodder for my fantasies, Josh bore the distinction of being one of the few people who didn't annoy me. I liked spending time with him,

this. Sa ck inot sakę ofe "Comfortable silences. When Mia Wallace says, "Thats when you know you've found somebody really special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably share si- lence. )»

Oh my God?? Is this Sloan from HEAP?? And is Brandon the Brandon????

Keira 💫

Sloan and I were the only takers this morning. 

“How are you liking the new fire station?” she asked.

         She must have seen the answer on my face.

         “Really? It’s shitty?” She seemed surprised.

         I shook my head. “I don’t know. It’s all right.”

         I twisted my lips. “It’s just at my old station, we didn’t get shit medical calls. I mean, we only got, like, three a day—”

         “Twelve? Fifteen? It’s a busy station. But the calls are bullshit. Drunk homeless guys. Crap that should be a trip to a walk-in clinic. I went on a call yesterday for a stubbed toe.”

         “Well, most people are pretty fucking stupid.” She ate a fry.

         “My granddad used to always say, ‘Even duct tape can’t fix stupid,’” I said, putting my straw in my mouth.

         “Hmm. No. But it can muffle the sound.”

         I burst into laughter and almost choked on my soda. I liked her wit so much more when I wasn’t the brunt of it.

Oh that’s painful ☹️☹️ Kristen, I’m sorry love. 

“A lot of reasons. The biggest one being that she didn’t want to have kids. I did. It wasn’t negotiable.”

         She nodded again. “That’s a big one,” she mumbled.

“We’re going. I’m not leaving you here while I run home.”

“Oh. Uh, sorry to interrupt. Josh is here. Is it cool if he stays for dinner?”

         Josh came up behind Brandon, holding Stuntman. My dog was licking his cheek. “Hey, Sloan. Kristen.” His smile fell the second he saw my face.

         I swiped at my tears, fled to the bathroom, and closed the door.

“You know what I think the trick to dealing with family is? I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately.”

         “What?” I said, spreading strawberry jam on my toast.

         “Marrying your best friend.” He wiped his mouth with a napkin. “You marry your best friend, and at family gatherings you deal with your shitty relatives together. You laugh about it and have each other’s backs. Share looks and text each other from across the room when everyone else is being an asshole. And nobody else really matters because you have your own universe.”

         He held my eyes for a moment. “That’s what I want. I want someone to be my universe.”

         He’d have no problem finding that. No problem at all. Josh could have any woman he wanted. After all, he was the sun. Warm and vital. He would be the center of a big family one day, just like he wanted, and they’d all adore him.

         And I was just some passing comet. Momentarily distracting. Useless and unimportant. I was nice to look at, fun to observe, but I’d never give life or be the center of anything.

         I’d streak through and be gone, and Josh would forget me before we knew it.

I reached under the bed and pulled out my laptop. “Can I follow you too?”

         “You can follow me anywhere.”

         He was flirty when he was drunk. It was cute. He didn’t usually say things like this to me. I shut it down immediately when he did. But Drunk Josh wasn’t really Josh.

         “How come Sober Josh doesn’t have all this swagger, huh?” I teased.

         He snorted. “He does. He’s just trying to follow your many rules. Drunk Josh doesn’t live by rules. Drunk Josh does what Drunk Josh wants,” he said, stumbling over the words.

         “And what does Drunk Josh want?” I smiled, tapping his name into the search bar on Instagram.

         I arched an eyebrow. “You’re lucky you’re not here. I’d take advantage of you. You sound too weak to fight me off.”

         I sent him a follow request, laughing at his comment. A second later I got his and approved it.

         We got quiet as we looked at each other’s pictures.

         “Get Sloan and drive down here tomorrow. Let’s get married. Come on.”

         I smiled gently. “I can’t marry you.”

         Spitting. “Why? I would be a good husband to you. I would take care of you. I’d be a good dad.”

         I moved the phone away from my mouth as a sudden wrenching urge to sob bolted into my throat. I pressed my lips together and forced it back down. “I know you would,” I whispered. “That’s why I can’t.”

         Then he spoke into my darkness. “I love you.”

         My tears spilled down my cheeks and the lump in my throat threatened to suffocate me. “I love you too.”

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