“I don’t plan on doing much talking,” Lucas replied back playfully as their lips met again.
Chapter Eight
The warmth of the sunshine spilling into the room coaxed Lucas out of his deep stupor. It was 10 am on a Saturday morning. It took him a moment to realize he wasn’t in his own room.
Mary stirred beside him. Her black hair was sprawled on the blue duvet, and she looked just about perfect for someone who had just woken up. She snuggled closer to him, and Lucas felt her naked body press against his.
“You’re cold,” he murmured, pulling her closer.
Mary drifted to sleep again, but Lucas stayed awake, thoughts racing one another. Would Ella be out in the living room if he went there? And if she was, what would she think of him spending the night in Mary’s room? She would think nothing of it, he told himself. Ella didn’t care about what the two of them were doing. Except, she apparently didn’t appreciate them kissing in public. He thought back to their conversation yesterday, rolling bits of it in his head.
Gently, he detached himself from Mary and went to take a shower. Minutes later, he entered the living room and there she was. Ella was seated on a couch by the window, her blonde hair shining in the morning sun. Her back was towards him, so she did not see him coming. She had a book in her hand, and a cup of coffee lay on the table next to her. Of course, he thought. Ella always woke up early. He remembered that from the days she had ended up falling asleep on his bed. And the days after Liana’s death when she practically started living with him because her house seemed too empty.
“Hi,” he said.
She turned in her seat. “Hi, Luke.”
And nothing had still changed. In the moment of clarity, Lucas understood that his attempts to get over Ella were futile. Every woman, the latest one being Mary, had been an attempt to forget Ella. And none of that mattered because she was still perfect, she was still too good for him. Despite everything he told Adam, despite all the time he tried to tell himself that he was happy with Mary, he knew deep down that none of that was true.
“Come sit,” she said, gesturing to the couch next to hers. He complied. “So are the three of us going to start living together now?” she attempted at humor.
Lucas forced a smile. “Probably not.”
“I got a call from The Gallery’s manager,” Ella said at length. “He saw the paintings you sent to the magazine. He wants to display my work.”
“That’s incredible, Ella.”
“But he wants to meet me first. Something about doing an interview with me before he made the final decision.”
“Go for it.”
Ella paused. “Will you come with me?”
“Of course.”
Mary appeared at that moment. She was dressed in a nightgown which fell off one shoulder. Her right leg was visible through the slit in the gown. The silk slithered on the floor as she walked. Mary looked flawless in whatever she wore.
“Good morning,” she said happily. She gave Lucas a kiss before sitting at the edge of Ella’s couch and draping an arm around her. “What are you two talking about?”
“I got an offer to display my paintings at The Gallery.”
“That’s big, Ella!” Mary said. “Why am I just hearing about this?”
“I found out last night.”
On Sunday, Ella and Lucas drove to The Gallery to meet Nate, the manager. Lucas waited long enough to meet and greet Nate before wandering off to give them time alone.
After their rendezvous was over, Ella and Lucas walked in a park next to the café.
“Thanks for coming with me, Luke,” Ella said.
Her meeting with Nate had revealed a lot about her art to her, and she was a little emotional. He had agreed to display her paintings and even pay her to work for The Gallery.
She still struggled with her feelings. In the past two years, she didn’t remember a single time Lucas hadn’t been with her at an important moment. And maybe, admitting her feelings was more important that the consequences. Because it was such a shame that she had to keep something from Lucas. Perhaps the fact that she was so overcome by emotions led to what transpired next.
She reached out and took Lucas’ hand. “Luke,” she began. “I love you.” He turned around to look at her and smiled.
“I love you too, Ella,” he said. But he didn’t understand. He meant it platonically as was obvious by the way he looked at her warmly. He meant he was glad she was a part of his life, he was grateful to have her as a friend. But it was all wrong.
“No, Luke. I’m in love with you.”
His expression was blank, unreadable. Somewhere along the line, they had stopped walking and stood facing each other.
She wasn’t thinking straight. She stepped forward and pressed her lips against his. He was still for a moment. Then, he responded, and Ella pulled him close. The kissed moved too quickly, deepening, growing more heated and needy at once. Because they knew they only had about a minute before reality would strike again and they would have to stop. In a minute, they will have to pay for this or realize this was wrong or do something other than what they were doing right now. And there was so much to communicate and experience in this moment. They couldn’t possibly feel every missed opportunity, every unvoiced though in that one moment. So she clung to him tightly, and he pressed more fervently against her as if in doing so, they might be able to make each other understand.
When Lucas’ grip relaxed on the back of her shirt under her jacket, Ella felt it slipping away. She fell back on the flats of her heels; she didn’t open her eyes. He kissed the side of her mouth one last time, rested his forehead against hers. She struggled to regain her breath, trying not to remember the reason this was wrong.
Eyes still closed, she cupped his face in hers. His hands dropped, but he didn’t move away. Then, she opened her eyes, and the word that she had forced out of her mind screamed at her from her conscience.
Mary.
Her best friend. Her partner in crime. The only one of her friends who had made it this far. Her oldest friend. Her companion. Mary, who was inconsiderate and stupid at times but extremely loyal at heart.
Ella backed away.
“Ella…” Lucas began but words failed him too.
“I’m sorry,” Ella managed to choke out as tears came to her eyes.
But Lucas felt a strange satisfaction if he managed to push the guilt aside long enough.
“I should go…” Ella said, looking around as if expecting a door to appear where she can run to and hide behind.
“I’ll take you home,” he said.
“No, no, not home. I can’t-” Ella took a deep, calming breath and ran a hand through her hair. She couldn’t face Mary.
“Ella, relax,” Lucas said.
“Luke, I-” Ella’s voice was becoming increasingly high pitched now as she panicked.
“It’s been an emotional day, I understand.”
Ella looked at Lucas and realized that he was trying to offer her an excuse she can use as a shield. She felt a rush of gratitude for the boy who had always been there for her, always knew what she needed.
“I’ll take you home.”
They drove in silence. Lucas didn’t come inside when he dropped her, and when Mary inquired as to why he didn’t, Ella feigned ignorance and retired to her room, stating that it had been a long day. Donna looked suspicious but let it pass, as she normally did.
Safely in the confines of her room, Ella picked up her phone and called the only person who would be able to help her.
“Hello, babe,” Adam’s voice sounded over the phone.
“Adam,” Ella said. “Are you home?”
“No.”
“I need you to come get me.”
“I’ll gladly get you,” Adam said.
Ella rolled her eyes. “Come now, please.”
“Alright. Is everything okay?”
“Help now, questions later.”
“So she said before. I’ll be ther
e in five.”
Mary wasn’t in the living room as Ella left. She told Donna she had important work on which Donna did not comment. In the confines of Adam’s car, she could breathe easier.
“Drive. Go somewhere far away.”
“Just you and me?” Adam said, suggestively but he began to drive.
Ella rolled her eyes. “Have you met Lucas yet?”
“No. What is this about?”
“I- I kissed Lucas.”
“About time.”
“Adam!” Ella complained.
“Is that what you’re so panicked about?”
“Yes!”
“Hmm,” he mused. “Well, is Lucas as panicked as you?”
“Not that I know of.”
“I thought so,” Adam muttered to himself.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, nothing. So you’re wallowing in guilt for kissing your best friend’s boyfriend?”
“Yes.”
“Well, that is a dilemma.”
“What would you do if you- if you kissed Lucas’ girlfriend?
“Mary?”
“Let’s suppose.”
“Well, from my experience, cheating is a lot easier if there are no feelings involved. Your case is a little different because of the feelings involved.”
Ella was silent as she watched the town rush away.
“Cheer up. It’s not so bad. On the bright side, at least Lucas knows how you feel now.”
“That’s the bright side?”
“Of course.”
“I only made myself look like an idiot by admitting it. All those times that he asked me and I turned him down. And now I’m in love with him. How the tables have turned.”
“It’s not so bad. Maybe the tables will turn again.” Adam hesitated and then spoke again. “You two are such idiots.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s still in love with you, Ella. The tables haven’t turned. The tables have become… even, I guess.”
“How do you know that?”
“He’s my best friend,” Adam said as if that should say enough.
“But that doesn’t prove anything. Unless he said the words. Unless he told you explicitly. I love Ella. Those three words. Did he say them?”
Adam sighed. “No,” he admitted.
“There you have it.”
When Ella still looked miserable, Adam said, “Let’s go dune buggy racing.”
Ella looked at him incredulously but didn’t protest. Anything to take her mind off Lucas.
Chapter Nine
Lucas was on the balcony, smoking a cigarette when he was joined by Adam. It was almost 1 am.
“Another date?” he asked as Adam came into view.
“Nah, I was with Ella.”
“With Ella?”
“Hmm.”
“Well, how is she?”
“She’s good.”
Lucas was quiet, and Adam did not elaborate, purposefully.
“Where is she now?” Lucas spoke up again.
“You seem interested,” Adam said amused. “You always told me you were over the girl.”
Lucas shook his head.
“She’s back home now, I presume. She’s fine, just a little panicked about what happened between you two.”
“So- so she told you?”
“Hmm.” He took a puff of his cigarette. “Just tell her you feel the same way.”
“I would have if there was no Mary in the middle.”
“Ah, I never liked that girl.”
“I’m going to tell her.”
“About the kiss?”
“Yes.”
“You were never one to keep secrets.”
Lucas still looked miserable.
“What is with you two? You both look like your grandma just died.”
Lucas didn’t reply.
“Want to go dune buggy racing?”
“Yes.”
“Fucking hell. I’m not doing this twice.”
But they were already walking away, towards Adam’s car.
Ella woke up, feeling miserable. It took her a few minutes to remember the events of the previous day. She had kissed Lucas. Lucas had kissed her back. And then there was Mary. Ella wanted to sleep again and forget about everything. But of course, she had to get out of bed and get dressed. As luck would have it, she ran into Mary just as she thought she had successfully left the house while avoiding confrontation.
“Hi, Ella,” Mary sang. “It’s beautiful weather, let’s walk today. No cars.”
“Sure,” Ella said. Mary excused her glumness for one of her moods and didn’t pay much attention to it. She chatted happily until they reached the campus. It hit Ella that they might come across Lucas here which made her panic. But of course, that was one of those unavoidable things which were bound to take place. Mary spotted Lucas and Adam and dragged Ella to where the boys were standing with Donna. A big basketball tournament was upcoming, and the three (Lucas, Donna, and Adam) were discussing something related to it when the two girls approached.
“Lucas,” Mary sang as she threw her arms around her boyfriend and kissed him. Ella tried to look anywhere but at the two of them. “How are the preparations going?” Mary asked them.
“Well enough,” Adam replied.
“I’m sure you guys will be great,” Mary continued.
“Yeah, yeah,” Adam said. “Ella, any words of encouragement?”
“Erm, good luck,” Ella said. Lucas was trying to avoid eye contact with her too. Donna just looked annoyed that their conversation had been interrupted; she took basketball very seriously.
“That’s helpful,” Adam commented. “Well, I’m free for the rest of the morning. I’ll drop you to your class, Scott.”
Ella could have hugged him right there. They walked away from the group.
“Geez, Ella. If you’re going to act like that, Mary will figure out in no time that something is wrong.”
“Was it obvious?”
“I think so. Or maybe I’m too observant.”
“Mary won’t notice.”
“In any case, you can’t avoid Lucas forever.”
“I know.”
“Also…” Adam hesitated. “You might want to know this: Lucas plans on telling Mary.”
Ella’s eyes widened, but then she realized she had expected this all along. Of course, Lucas was going to tell Mary. He would want to save his relationship. He would tell her it was one big mistake and ask for forgiveness.
“I- I expected that.”
Adam nodded. “It’ll be tough, but it’ll pass, Scott.”
“I know.”
“You’re coming to watch the tournament?”
“Wouldn’t miss it.”
They reached their destination. “See you, Scott.”
“Bye, Adam.”
Ella managed to avoid Mary and Lucas for the rest of the day.
Lucas paced in his apartment, thinking of how to tell Mary. It wasn’t a question of whether he should tell her but of how. Guilt threatened to engulf him, the more he thought about it. If Ella had confessed her love for him a month earlier, they could have been happy. Now, he only felt miserable. When Mary knocked on the door to his apartment, he made up his mind. As soon as she came inside, he said the words.
“Mary, I kissed Ella.” He phrased them carefully so as to divert the attention away from Ella. He could have said ‘Ella kissed me’ which was what really happened but Ella had more at stake than he did.
Mary’s expression was blank at first, and then she smiled. It was a pained smile but a smile nonetheless.
“The Chevrolet,” she said.
“What?”
“The story you were writing the day we first kissed. The Chevrolet.”
“Okay…”
“The Chevrolet was the only thing that kept him going. Even though the sea crashed against him, threatening to drown him, to engulf him, The Chevrolet was there to save him. Not just from
the sea but from life itself. The shield against the darkness, the meaning of life, the only light that shines when all else is lost.”
“You read my story. I get it.”
“You sent Ella’s paintings to the California Post. The painting of The Chevrolet. I’ve known all along, Lucas.”
Despite everything, Mary felt a sense of relief. She wasn’t one to stick to long term relationships and even though she enjoyed being with Lucas, she missed her freedom dearly.
“I forgive you,” Mary said.
“No, Mary, we can fix this,” Lucas said because he felt as though he needed to do something, anything, to quench the guilt he was feeling.
“Do you want to fix it, Lucas?” Mary asked.
“Of course. I- this is not me, Mary. I wouldn’t- I shouldn’t have-”
“It’s alright, Lucas. I’ve been the Ella in so many relationships that I don’t even blame Ella. At least she has a genuine reason. I just did it because of raging hormones.”
“What reason?”
“Come on, Lucas. Even a blind person can tell she’s in love with you.”
“No, Mary. This is all wrong.”
“Of course it’s wrong. I can’t believe Ella would ever do that to me. And you, too. But especially her.”
“It’s not her fault.”
“Oh give me a break! Of course it is her fault! She’s my best friend!” Mary felt a rage burning inside her, but she wasn’t one to lose her temper. Wanting to maintain her calm, she turned away. “I’ll see you later, Lucas. I need to go home now.”
Lucas did not stop her as she left.
When Ella saw Mary enter their apartment, she knew that Mary knew. Mary gave her a cold stare before proceeding towards her bedroom.
“Mary?” Ella said.
Mary turned to look at her. “Yes?”
“You know, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Mary-”
“Later, Ella. I don’t want to talk to either of you right now, or I’ll end up losing my head.”
When later came, Mary was much calmer.
“Let’s talk,” she told Ella. They had spent three days without saying a single word to one another. Donna had been flitting between the two girls, trying to get them to talk but Ella was too scared of what to expect, and Mary was adamant that this was not the right time to talk.
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