15-05-2021-052358It-Ends-with-Us

Once the parents-to-be stop making out in the booth, Ryle and I
both stand up and congratulate them. Allysa said she’s been feeling
sick for a while, but just took a test this morning before our grand
opening. She was going to wait and tell Marshall tonight when they
got home, but she couldn’t hold it in for another second.
Our drinks come and we order food. Once the waitress walks away,
I look at Marshall. “How did you two meet?”
He says, “Allysa tells the story better than I do.”
Allysa perks up and leans forward. “I hated him,” she says. “He was
Ryle’s best friend and he was always at the house. I thought he was so
annoying. He had just moved to Ohio from Boston and he had that
Boston accent. He thought it made him so cool but I just wanted to
slap him every time he spoke.”
“She’s so sweet,” Marshall says, sarcastically.
“You were an idiot,” Allysa replies, rolling her eyes. “Anyway, one
day Ryle and I had a few friends over. Nothing big, but our parents
were out of town, so of course we had a little get-together.”
“There were thirty people there,” Ryle says. “It was a party.”
“Okay, a party,” Allysa says. “I walked into the kitchen and Marshall
was standing there pressed up against some floozy.”
“She wasn’t a floozy,” he says. “She was a nice girl. Tasted like
Cheetos, but.. .”
Allysa glares at him so he shuts up. She turns back to me. “I lost it,”
she says. “I started yelling at him to take his whores to his own house.
The girl was literally so terrified of me, she ran for the door and
didn’t come back.”
“Cock blocker,” Marshall says.
Allysa punches him in the shoulder. “Anyway. After I cock blocked
him, I ran to my room, embarrassed that I did that. It was out of pure
jealousy, and I didn’t even realize I liked him that way until I saw his
hands on some other girl’s ass. I threw myself on my bed and started
crying. A few minutes later, he walked into my room and asked me if I
was okay. I rolled over and yelled, ‘I like you, you stupid fuck-face!’ ”
“And the rest is history.. .” Marshall says.
I laugh. “Awe. Stupid fuck-face. How sweet.”
Ryle holds up a finger and says, “You’re leaving out the best part.”