by London Casey
I looked at Emily and smiled.
She inched her way away from Miranda and I.
“I can’t believe you, Liam,” Miranda said.
“Who cares? You used to love when I would get into bar fights, remember?”
“Here we go with this again,” she said. Her phone started to ring. “I have to take this call.” She looked at Emily. “Will you help him to the couch? And feel free to talk about the past with him. It’s all he keeps bugging me about.”
“Uh, sure,” Emily said.
Miranda ran across the apartment to the bedroom.
“There she goes,” I said. “On another call.”
“Liam, come here,” Emily said.
She touched my arm.
“I’m not as think as you drunk I am,” I said with a laugh.
“I don’t think that’s how the saying goes,” Emily said.
I stared at her as I walked.
The entire room was spinning but she wasn’t.
Damn, she’s as pretty as when we were teenagers, huh?
I looked down at my feet.
That thought needed to go away and stay gone forever.
Emily pulled me down to the couch and sat next to me.
I grabbed her hand.
“How are you, Em?” I asked.
“Em? You haven’t called me that in years.”
“I’m a little drunk.”
“I can see that.”
“So how are you?”
“I’m good.”
“Good? That’s not good. You never say good unless it’s bad.”
Emily pulled her hand from mine. “You should put your head down and get some sleep.”
“Hey. Want to talk about the past?”
“Not really, Liam.”
“Come on. It’s fun. We’re good, right?”
“Of course we’re good,” she said.
“So, who cares? I want to talk about… everything. Everything, Em. Hey, do you still sing?”
I leaned toward her.
She put her hands to my chest and eased me away.
“No, Liam. I don’t.”
“Why not?” I called out.
“The same reason you don’t skateboard,” she said. “Okay?”
“Fine,” I said. “I’m just… what’s wrong with talking about the past, right? It’s fun. It’s fun to do. We should do it. Let’s do it, Em. You and me.”
Emily laughed. “Wow. You are feeling it right now. Let me get you a blanket.”
She stood up.
I tried to stand and she snapped her finger at me.
I stayed on the couch and put my head back.
I shut my eyes.
Emily brought me a blanket and covered me.
“Thanks, babe,” I said.
“No problem, Liam,” she said. “It was good to kind of see you.”
“We should hang out. Just you and me. Okay?”
“Okay, Liam,” she said.
I kept my eyes shut and took deep breaths.
A few minutes later I heard the sound of Miranda’s voice.
Then Emily’s voice.
Miranda’s voice was like someone scratching a fork to a plate.
Emily’s was like the sound of a gentle rain.
Rain…
Thinking that sound made me feel like I had to piss.
I told myself not to piss my pants.
Not on the couch.
Not in front of Emily.
Miranda would be livid.
It was almost worth it.
But not in front of Emily.
Emily.
Em.
I drifted off to sleep with one more thought.
I kind of missed Emily.
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