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

Allysa shrugs. “Oh yeah. So Marshall walked over to me, pulled me
off the bed, kissed me with the same mouth he was just kissing the
floozy with, and we made out for half an hour. Ryle walked in on us
and started screaming at Marshall. Then Marshall pushed Ryle out of
my bedroom, locked the door, and made out with me for another
hour.”
Ryle is shaking his head. “Betrayed by my best friend.”
Marshall pulls Allysa to him. “I like her, you stupid fuck-face.”
I laugh, but Ryle turns to me with a serious look on his face. “I
didn’t speak to him for an entire month, I was so mad. I eventually
got over it. We were eighteen, she was seventeen. Wasn’t much I could
do in the way of keeping them apart.”
“Wow,” I say. “I sometimes forget how close in age you two are.”
Allysa smiles and says, “Three kids in three years. I feel so sorry for
my parents.”
The table grows quiet. I see an apologetic look pass from Allysa to
Ryle.
“Three?” I ask. “You have another sibling?”
Ryle straightens up and takes a sip of his beer. He sets it back down
on the table and says, “We had an older brother. He passed away when
we were kids.”
Such a great night, ruined by a simple question. Luckily, Marshall
redirects the conversation like a pro.
I spend the rest of the evening listening to stories about them
growing up. I’m not sure I’ve ever laughed as hard as I have tonight.
When the game is over, we all walk back to the shop to retrieve our
cars. Ryle said he caught an Uber over earlier, so he’ll just ride with
me. Before Allysa and Marshall leave, I tell her to hold on. I run
inside the store and grab the steampunk flowers and run them back
to their car. Her face lights up when I hand them to her.
“I’m happy you’re pregnant but that’s not why I’m giving you these
flowers. I just want you to have them. Because you’re my best friend.”
Allysa squeezes me and whispers in my ear. “I hope he marries you
someday. We’ll be even better sisters.”
She climbs inside the car and they leave, and I just stand there
watching them because I don’t know that I’ve ever had a friend like
her in my whole life. Maybe it’s the wine. I don’t know, but I love