I massaged my temples as I waited for the Keurig machine to make my coffee. When I woke up this morning, I remembered why I didn't like tequila. The aspirin that Wyatt gave me last night barely did anything. It wasn't his fault. I tended to be a lightweight when it came to hard liquor.

I definitely felt it this morning. I woke up with a pounding headache, grogginess, and a strong urge to call in sick to work. But I pushed that aside and came in anyway. Well, first I had to take an Uber to go pick up my car, then I came to work. After all, I couldn't very well call in sick the day after my boss approved my mysterious days off.

"Come on, machine," I groaned as I waited impatiently. I needed caffeine, and I needed it now.

One other thing that started my morning off unusually, were the missed calls from Logan. I really should have taken his call last night, but I was drunk and I didn't want to say something I would regret. I was still pretty mad at him.

Which is one reason I was glad I ended up meeting Wyatt last night. It was good for me to get out for a little while. Surprisingly, I didn't have a panic attack in the crowded bar. Usually being around that many people would have set me off. I usually said no to social events like that. I guess I really didn't want to be home alone last night.

I shook my thoughts aside. I didn't want to think about that. I also tried not to think about the little moment I had with Wyatt. Well, a moment for me, anyway. I knew he didn't feel that for me, but it just felt so good to have him back here. I didn't realize how much I needed my best friend until he was right in front of me. Because he was right. I didn't have any other friends. Not ones that I could confide to about things like being pissed at my boyfriend.

Ding-ding

"Aha!" I exclaimed when the machine was done. I extracted my cup from the machine and added a little extra cream and sugar.

As I walked back to my desk, I took a sip of the delicious coffee and glanced at my watch. Two more hours until lunch time. I was way too hungover to make my lunch this morning, so I was going to probably end up going to the little café across the street.

I needed to talk to Logan at some point today. Not only about what happened yesterday, but about this upcoming trip. I needed to know what the plan was and when we were leaving and coming back. I was completely left in the dark and that was the most frustrating part of it all. Everyone knew about it, but me.

I let out a deep breath as I took my seat at my desk. I needed to get to the long list of depositions that needed to be scheduled for my boss. It was going to take me longer than the two hours before my lunch break.

Just as I took the last sip of my coffee, and scheduled my fifth deposition, my cell phone went off, letting me know I had a text.

Logan: Hey, I tried calling you last night.

Me: Yeah, sorry about that. I went out and had some drinks with Wyatt. I was pretty upset and needed some company.

Me: That's why I didn't answer. I went straight to bed after. Besides, it probably wasn't a good idea to talk when I was drunk.

Logan: Yeah. You're probably right. Can we talk now?

I glanced at the mountain of paperwork on my desk. I honestly didn't have the time right now.

Me: I'm pretty swamped right now.

Logan: Amelia, can I come by on your lunch break? I'd really like to talk about what happened and it's probably better if we do it in person.

Me: Yeah. Meet me at the café across from my office in an hour?

Logan: I'll see you then, babe.

I sat my phone down and got back to work. Well, looks like we are going to end up talking about this after all.

Lia & Wyatt
January 16, 2014
16 Years Old

"Lia, have you ever...you know?"

I frowned at Wyatt as we laid in the tent in his backyard. We were supposed to go camping with his family, but due to the weather, that wasn't happening anymore. So, Wyatt had a good idea to camp in his backyard. Of course, since it was January, we were freezing. Luckily, we had a firepit going.

"Have I ever done...what?"

He was quiet for a moment. When he spoke again, I could barely hear him. "Have you had-- sex?"

I sat up on my elbows and looked down at him. He had his arm over his face and I couldn't see in his eyes. He had let his dark hair grow long and it was fanned out on his pillow. "Wait, what?"

"Sex, Lia. Have you had sex?"

My eyes widened and I could feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment. Thank God his eyes were closed. "Um, no. I haven't. Have you?"

He shook his head. "No."

"What made you ask me that?"

"I don't know. I've just been thinking about it lately."

"About sex?"

He removed his arm and frowned. "No, not-- I mean. Ugh. There are people at school who are our age and talk about having sex. I guess I felt like I was behind or something. I was curious and you're the only one I could talk to."

I sat up and crossed my legs. He did the same. "Why didn't you ask your brother?"

He rolled his eyes. "He's a senior, Lia. He's probably had tons of sex." Wyatt laughed. "He would probably laugh at me if he knew I was still a virgin."

I scoffed. "Please. I haven't even kissed a boy; let alone had sex with one."

"Yeah. Me neither."

I erupted in laughter. "You haven't kissed a boy, either?"

His cheeks turned bright red. "You know what I meant. I haven't kissed a girl, yet."

After a few minutes of giggles and laughter, I finally sobered and scooted closer to him. "Well, here, try it on me."

His mouth dropped open. "What? No! You're-- you're-- you're Lia. We're best friends."

"Exactly," I shrugged. "We trust each other and we can be each other's first. That way we can get the awkwardness out of the way. So we aren't scared when it happens with someone else."

He looked away as he thought about what I said for a few minutes. "Okay, fine. But this is weird."

As we looked at each other, there was a change in the air. Suddenly, I was extremely nervous. I had no idea why. This was Wyatt. My best friend. "We need to close our eyes."

"Yeah, okay."

We both leaned forward until our lips met. We stayed like that forever. Well, it felt like forever. In reality, it was probably ten seconds before we pulled away. We both put our hand to our lips.

Wyatt tilted his head to the side. "That was...okay."

"Yeah," I said quietly. "Should we try again?"

He cleared his throat and moved closer to me. Our lips met again, but it was a little different this time. He slid his hand to the side of my face. My heart started to pound in my chest and it scared me. When I started to pull away, he put his other hand on the my other cheek, holding me in place. He started moving his lips against mine and-- I responded. I mimicked his movements. When I felt him stick his tongue in my mouth, I brushed mine against his.

I had no idea what I was doing. I had no idea what I was feeling. The kiss continued for what felt like hours. Again. Then we pulled away from each other. Again. He dropped his hands from my face and scooted back a little from me.

My voice came out a little shaky. "Where-- where did you learn that?"

"I see Logan kissing girls all the time. That's what he does." He looked away shyly. "Was it bad?"

I shrugged my shoulders and answered truthfully. "How would I know? I have nothing to compare it to."

We both laughed and he placed his hand on mine. "Thank you, Lia. You're the best."

"Yeah, you too."

"Kids!" Wyatt's mom called from the house. "Dinner's ready!"

Wyatt's face erupted in a wide grin. "Race you to the table? Loser has to do the dishes."

"You're on," I agreed.

Wyatt flew out of the tent and I hung back a moment. I traced my lips with my fingers. When I suggested he have our first kiss together, I never expected to feel differently. Especially, not about Wyatt. I never saw him as anything other than my best friend. But now...now it was different.

"Amelia?"

My mind came back to the present when I heard Logan's voice. He was walking over to my table at the café and I waved in his direction. "Hey!"

"I called your name a few times. What were you thinking about?" he placed a soft kiss to my cheek.

"Oh. Uh, nothing. How are you?"

He had a guilty look on his face. "I feel like shit. I'm sorry, Amelia. I shouldn't have called your office and I shouldn't have reacted that way about the key. Or you moving in. I know how you feel about that."

"Then why were you accusing me of cheating on you?" That's what really ate at me about this whole thing.

He ran his hand through his hair. "That's not what-- I wasn't doing that. I know it seemed like it, but I was just upset."

"Why does it upset you so much?" I asked in a huff. "We've talked about this a million times. You and I see relationships differently. I haven't dated many guys, and the idea of living with one is scary to me, Logan. I'm not ready for that. If you love me like you say you do, then you need to respect that."

He sighed and placed his hands on the table. "You're right. I'm sorry, Amelia. Please let me make it up to you."

When he pouted at me, I couldn't help but smile. "I guess so. It better be good."

"Oh," he laughed tauntingly, "it will be."

I chewed a bite of my food. "So, when is this trip?"

"We leave next weekend. It's for two weeks."

I sat my pizza down and let out an exasperated breath. "Two weeks, Logan? How could you have kept it from me?"

"Because I'm an idiot. I won't do anything like that again. If I want to surprise you, I'll just...tell you about it first."

I couldn't stop the chuckle that came out of me. That was kind of cute. "Yeah, you better."

"Can we have lunch in peace now? There's less than an hour left."

"Yes, let's eat.".

Chime--chime

I wiped my hands with a napkin before I checked my phone.

Wyatt: Hey, you okay? I was worried about you after last night.

"Who is it?"

I looked up to Logan. "It's Wyatt."

"Tell him I said hey."

Me: Hey. I'm okay. Logan and I are having lunch at my work. He came and groveled. He says hey, by the way. Are you okay?

Wyatt: That's good. I'm glad I didn't have to kick his ass. I'm fine, Lia. Enjoy your lunch and I'll talk to you later.

I sat my phone back down with a frown. Something was off about Wyatt's text.

"Did he say hi back?" Logan asked.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, he did."

As we continued to eat out lunch, I couldn't help but think about that time in the tent with Wyatt. I haven't thought about that day in a long time. Must be because he was back in town. It was bringing up old memories. Yeah, that's it.