The bigger problem is that I know if I told him how I really feel, he’d humor me because he truly does care about me as a friend. But it’s not in the cards for us, and I’ll be damned if I ruin our friendship by making things weird when he finds out I’m crushing on him while he already has the number of the next model he plans to date halfway dialed into his phone. Would I love to marry him and have his giant muscular babies? Yes. So now, I work as hard as I can to prove to him that I’m SO GOOD with this friend thing. And Nathan and I always keep our hands to ourselves. A man who is head over heels for a woman doesn’t keep his hands to himself on movie night for six years straight. A peck on the cheek is the closest I’ve gotten to any action with Nathan, which is why I know he’s not into me. We’ve never…” His voice trails off and I see him swallow because it’s difficult for him to even picture us together in that way. His chin tilts down to me, and it takes him a second, but he smiles. We’re more like brother and sister.” Bleh, that tasted bad on my tongue. Then I worry it came out sounding a little too bitter, so I add, “Really. “You cannot honestly tell me you’re not sleeping with her then!” “Are you kidding me right now?! Are you choosing her over me?”įlames burst from the top of her head. I wish I could do it for him, but I have a feeling I’d just get a cast iron skillet to the face. It kills him to deliver breakup lines, because he’s a giant, rock-solid teddy bear. “Kelsey…I told you up front I wasn’t looking for anything serious right now, and you said you were good with that…” Nathan pauses. Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to mourn the insignificant, minuscule relationship that was Nathan and Kelsey. She blinks several times, and I turn around to give Kelsey some privacy in this moment of loss. It’s time you”-Don’t say it, Kelsey!-“choose. And you know what? I’m done competing with whatever this is. See what I mean? This is not a normal friendship. Her eyes narrow down into scary little slits. In unison, Nathan and I both say, “Two interceptions.” “Bad game? Babe, you won! What are you even talking about?” I need a good run to shake off that bad game before I go train today.” I want to slowly scoot out of the room because I know what’s going to happen next. Nathan’s brows dip, and he folds his arms. “Can’t you take, like, this one morning off?” She is overexaggerating every single word, and I don’t know how he handles her voice. Nathan never sits Tuesdays out, but he does go in a little later so we can have our run together in the morning. They use the extra time to focus on their weaknesses, meet with physical therapists, review old game tapes-anything that will help them excel above the rest. But here’s the secret sauce that not all players realize: The best ones still go into the training facility on their off days. Tuesdays in the NFL are off days for nearly every team. If I were his girlfriend, though, I would be very territorial with free time. I’ve tried to take myself out of the equation many times before so he could spend more time with his girlfriend, but he never allows it. It’s weird that Nathan and I are such good friends. This feels like a private conversation I shouldn’t be here for. Literally your only morning off during the season.” “How could I forget when it happens EVERY SINGLE TUESDAY. “Yup.” She rolls her eyes and pops the p sound.
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