One Little Kiss: First Loves, #4
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That moment you realize you're falling for your best friend...
Noelle has been my best friend forever. We've never crossed that line to more.
But she just showed up at my football game . . . with a date.
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One Little Kiss - Maggie Dallen
ONE
Noelle
As a rule I don't hide out in guys' bedrooms.
Actually, I don't hide. Period.
But this has been a day. And while the pounding bass coming from downstairs is a dead giveaway that the party is still raging, I can't bring myself to go back down there.
Instead, I sink down further into the pile of pillows on Elijah’s bed. My friend’s got the sort of memory foam mattress and thick comforter that make me feel like I’m being swallowed alive, and I’m here for it.
I groan as my character dies on the screen, and click the button on the controller to start a new game.
My friends are all caught up in their boyfriends downstairs, and I’m in no rush to head back home and face more lectures from my parents. So here I am. A useless pile of limbs in a way-too-comfy bed.
I am sloth, hear me roar.
Honestly, I have no idea how much time passes before Elijah finds me. Video games are awesome time-sucks like that.
But at some point, Elijah opens the bedroom door and stops. I don’t glance over. I know it’s him. And out of the corner of my eye I see his long, lean silhouette resting against the doorframe as he crosses his arms. Of all the hot girls to find in my bed…
I glance away from the screen to give him a little smile of welcome. It is his room, after all. But he doesn’t see my smile because he’s eyeing me from head to toe. And that’s when I remember what I’m wearing.
Or…not wearing.
"I know your parents have dress codes for their dinner parties, but I promise Friday nights at Casa de Elijah are a far more casual affair."
I look down at my little black dress with a wince of feigned embarrassment. Too much?
He chuckles, pushes away from the doorframe and joins me on the bed, sprawling out beside me. His head’s close to mine on the stack of pillows and the weight of his body makes me roll slightly toward the middle before I adjust.
We’re silent for a while as he watches me play the game. Then he says, You okay?
That’s it. You okay?
Not a million questions and looks of concern. No hugs and well-intentioned pep talks. Just "You okay?"
I love my girl friends but they’d never be cool with my answering shrug. And this is why it’s Elijah’s room I escape to on days like today. Days when I’m in a mood
as my dad calls it. Just like your mom. As if down days are exclusive to females.
Fine,
I eventually sigh. Which I know Elijah will accept, even if he doesn’t believe it for a second.
But I love his silence so much right now, I feel my chest swell with gratitude even as I smack the controller in a rage when I miss the freakin’ target for the fifth time in a row.
I’d be better if I could beat this stupid level,
I mutter.
He reaches for the controller. With a few quick moves he clears the level and hands the controller back to me.
Thanks.
My pleasure.
I love this guy. Have I mentioned that? I love all my friends, but there’s a comfort and understanding with Elijah that is so soothing right now, I know I made the right decision having my date drop me off here tonight rather than taking me back home.
I focus on the game again as Elijah scrolls on his phone beside me, like he doesn’t care that his first floor is currently swimming in friends and hot girls who are no doubt waiting for their favorite host to do what he does best.
Elijah’s one of those natural born extroverts with the sort of innate charisma that even talk show hosts and A-list celebrities would envy.
Everyone likes Elijah. Especially girls. And the feeling is mutual.
He shifts on the bed beside me, and I don’t realize what he’s doing until his hoodie lands on me in a pile, partially covering my bare thighs and the tight bodice of my dress. What’s this for?
You look cold.
I realize belatedly that I am cold. I sit up and slide the hoodie on. Thanks.
I’ve only just laid back down beside Elijah, who’s got his knees up now and is frowning as he tinkers with something on his phone. No doubt some new app he’s trying out.
The boy acts like a fool, but he’s way smarter than he lets on.
The door opens again and a smiling blonde enters. That smile fades fast when she spots me. It’s clear, at a glance, that she’s perplexed. I can practically hear the questions in her mind.
Is she competition?
Should I be jealous?
The answer is a resounding no as any girl in our school could, and probably would, tell her the moment she rejoined the party.
Which is why I don’t bother. Let the gossips fill her in. I don’t have the energy to fake nice right now, so I turn my attention back to the screen.
Eli, are you coming back down?
Her voice is high and just a little whiny in the doorway.
Be there in a sec.
He gives her an absent smile, not even looking up from his phone.
I know that’s how he is when he’s engrossed in a technical problem, but I still feel a little sorry for the girl when she backs out with one last wary look.
The door snaps shut behind her and I let my head inch to the side. It falls against his shoulder with a thud.
After a while, he breaks the companionable silence. What are you all dressed up for?
Ugh. I don’t even want to talk about it. My parents set me up with one of the interns at my dad’s firm.
What?
I don’t have to see his face to know his expression. He’s giving me the ‘your parents are crazy’ look I know all too well. Aren’t they supposed to wait until you’re in college, or…I don’t know, over eighteen?
I’ll be eighteen in six months.
Not the point, and we both know it.
He’s still in undergrad, just doing a part-time internship…or something.
I shrug. He’s basically our age.
Must’ve been a great date,
he murmurs.
So good.
I answer in the same flat, sarcastic tone.
Getting married?
Probably.
Cool, cool.
Truth is, my date bailed early. For work. Because apparently interns can get called into the office on a Friday night. He offered to drop me at home, but I couldn’t deal with my parents.
Don’t get me wrong, they’re not bad parents. I love them and they love me. Unlike Elijah’s mom and dad, mine actually care what I do with my time. Maybe too much so. I mean, seriously, who sets their daughter up on dates these days?
They’re too involved if you ask me.
But today after school we had one of those talks. The kind that still rankles hours later, and the reason I told my preppy, brown-nosing date to drop me off here rather than at home.
My grades aren’t amazing, but they’re not awful. I’m a solid B student. Okay, maybe B-minus. Fine, maybe I’m more of a C kinda girl. Not for lack of trying, I’ve just never been good at tests. But today in the midst of a talk about my grades and my college prospects—or the lack thereof— my dad made a joke about how it was a good thing I had my mom’s looks.
He was kidding. Kinda.
My mom, let it be known for the record, refers to herself as a trophy wife. Jokingly, but only kinda. Other people call her the same…and they’re not joking.
Fifteen years younger than my dad, she was one of those models at car shows before he came along and married her. She’d only ever wanted to marry rich and that was precisely what she did.
It was around junior high when I finally made sense of the whispers from grown-ups. That was when I realized that as far as my friends’ parents were concerned, my dad had tossed aside his first wife for a younger model.
And I’d heard more than a few hints that they may have gotten together before he was divorced.
So, yeah. I love my mom, but she’s not exactly my role model.
And yet, the moment I filled out and started to resemble her, the day random strangers started praising my looks…it was like a given that I must be just like her. That my end goal in life must be to find a rich guy who’ll take care of me.
The sound of shrieking laughter coming from the ground floor has me coming back to reality, only to discover that in my angsty stewing, I’ve totally let my character die on the screen. Again.
Crap,
I mutter.
Language, young lady,
Elijah says automatically. And he sounds so much like my uptight father that I snort out a laugh in response.
I glance over to see that he’s texting with someone. Probably that blonde chick with some excuse about why he’s taking so long.
Much as I love that he’s here beside me—and honestly, the feel of his warm, hard bicep next to my head is weirdly soothing after the day I’ve had—I’m keenly aware that there’s a party full of people waiting for Elijah, including a cute blonde, and I’m being greedy.
You don’t have to babysit me,
I say after I pass the next level with no help from him.
He shrugs and my head moves with the gesture. I needed a break.
It’s a lie and we both know it. Elijah never needs a break from parties. I’m the one who needs down time after too much peopling, but he’s energized by a crowd.
Go,
I say. I’m fine. And Mara will give me a ride home later.
Our friend, Mara, doesn’t really drink, so she ends up being everyone’s designated driver. I know she won’t mind giving me a lift too.
Elijah shifts beside me. Last I saw she was having fun playing foosball with Ryan—
And by having fun you mean…
She was kicking his butt.
I nod. Sounds about right. Mara and her boyfriend are notoriously competitive with one another. Hilarious to watch, but once they get into a battle, they tend to lose track of time.
My friend Celia doesn’t drink either, but I didn’t see her or her boyfriend Heath in the short time I’d hung out at the party, so odds are they bailed to have a night to themselves. Which means, I’m stuck waiting for Mara to win.
And she will win. That girl won’t stop playing until she does.
I can give you a ride home,
Elijah says. If you’re ready to go back.
I shake my head. I’m not.
He nods and shifts slightly. I lift my head from where it’s resting against his shoulder so he can wrap his arm around me, and then I settle back down with my head on his chest, his heart beating in my ear as I continue the game without missing a beat.
If that blonde chick came in now and saw us cuddling, she’d probably storm out in tears. And the thing is, I wouldn’t blame her. If this were any other guy, I’d think he was making a move. And if I were any other girl, Elijah would be making a move.
But this is us. This is what we do.
Maybe it’s because we’ve known each other for so long, or because we’re so similar in so many ways, but we’ve never had that awkwardness between us. He doesn’t make things weird. Unlike just about every other male I know…
Believe it or not, once upon a time I was a tomboy. No one who knows me now seems to remember that, but back in grade school, I only ever hung out with the boys in our class…Elijah included. Back then we all hung out.
But something happened in middle school.
And by that I mean, boobs happened. My chubby cheeks slimmed down and my body filled out, and seemingly overnight I went from being one of the boys to a girl that most of the boys in our class were intimidated by.
Or, as they got older, the girl they tried to hook up with.
Elijah was the only one who never changed. He’s the only one who kept treating me the same, not expecting me to suddenly act all girly just because my mom bought me makeup and taught me how to blow out my hair.
With his free hand, Elijah holds his phone in front of my face, interrupting my game. You’ll never guess what lunatics popped up in the scavenger hunt app tonight.
I shake my head as I look at the app, because honestly, I’m still a little in awe of my crazy friend. Not only did he create this great senior class scavenger hunt, and promise three grand as prize money for whoever completed all his crazy tasks, but he even went so far as to create his own app that tracks each player’s status.
I know, right? That’s Elijah right there. So committed to making sure everyone is having fun, he’s basically made a career out of it.
The scavenger hunt had started off pretty simply, but Elijah kept adding to it, making it more difficult just to amuse himself. I drop the controller and snatch his phone from him. I can’t help but giggle at the sight he shows me. I know the photo well. It’s of Mara, Celia and me dressed in fireman outfits at the fire station.
We took it two days ago when I sweet talked our way into the fire house and explained why we were there. Mara must’ve just gotten around to uploading it to Elijah’s app tonight.
That’s hot,
I say.
I’m obviously joking because we’re all making goofy faces and we’re drowning in the too-big uniforms. But I adore the picture because each one of us is wearing an idiotic grin and I can feel the fun we were having when the photo was snapped.
Guess this puts Mara back in the lead,
he says as he takes his phone back.
I frown, returning my attention to the video game. I’m up there too.
No way,
he says, his voice pitching with obvious interest.
I don’t argue. The numbers speak for themselves. I’ve done just as many items on the list as she has.
Wait, you seriously are tied.
The disbelief in his tone rubs me the wrong way and I sit up to face him. It’s not my fault you made the game too easy.
He scrolls through. You’ve done them all with different teams.
I shrug. So? Is there some rule that you have to stick with the same teams?
No.
But he doesn’t sound sure.
Why are you so shocked that I might be winning this stupid thing? You know I love pranks and games as much as anyone.
Yeah, but…
He shrugs. I didn’t expect you to take it seriously. I mean…You don’t have to work for it.
His offhand words sting, but it’s not his voice that echoes in my head.
Good thing you’ve got your mom’s looks.
My dad’s amused voice is still ringing in my head and my tone comes out too harsh. What does that mean?
Good friend that he is, he lets my tone slide with just a ‘whoa, weirdo’ look in my direction. I just meant, you don’t need the money that badly.
Oh.
I deflate, sinking back into the stack of pillows. He has me there. Unlike Mara, my parents had more than enough money to help me through college.
It’s just the fact that they don’t seem to expect me to make it there that bothers me.
Elijah’s phone dings with a text and he slides his legs over the edge of the bed. I should go.
I nod, picking up the controller.
He turns to face me. You should stay. The night, I mean.
You sure?
Of course.
It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve crashed here. Elijah has what some call the fun parents.
They don’t seem to care much about what we do just so long as it doesn’t interfere with their lives.
Some might call them fun, but I don’t see it that way. There’s nothing fun about how they ignore Elijah. Luckily, his cousin Leah’s been staying with them this year, and he always has friends around, otherwise I’d feel sorry for the guy.
Maybe he’s thinking something similar because he gives me this long look that’s not pitying, but it holds a whole lot of empathy. Holler if you need anything?
I nod.
Help yourself to whatever,