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says to Marissa.
Her mouth forms an O of shock. My cheeks fill in with a rush of blood. I’m paralyzed. The two people I love most in the world are fighting in front of me on the best day of my life. It’s like watching a car that’s about to crash into another car and having no control. No ability to stop the inevitable.
“That was a joke,” she gasps.
“Then it wasn’t a funny one,” he says. His eyes are clouded with anger and closed off when he looks at me.
“Chase, Marissa didn’t mean anything nasty when she said that,” I choke out.
“I have ears, Allie. I know what she said. She knows I’m in a motorcycle gang. She assumed.”
“I...what?” Marissa stammers. “I don’t care how you make your money, dude. I was joking around about how expensive rent is here in L.A. Guys don’t exactly fall all over themselves to offer to pay rent for girls in this city. When you said that, it was like something out of a rescue fantasy.”
The steady inhale and exhale of our breath is the only sound for a few seconds.
A sense of despair fills my bones. An hour ago we were on the Ferris wheel, my whole life pinpointed into three little words.
And now my sister, who I’ve missed like crazy, is standing in front of me facing off against my boyfriend?
Life went from awesome to suckage in six seconds.
“Can we start over?” I plead with them both. Marissa won’t even look at me or Chase, and Chase is looking at me under hooded eyes. He’s withdrawn and negative. They’re both so tense I could scream.
“You two,” I continue, “are the most important people in the entire world to me. You’re all I have,” I confess, setting my coffee cup down and slumping onto the couch.
“And now you’re fighting and acting like you can’t stand each other. I’m barely recovered from my bike accident and Chase said he loves me and I touched the ocean today and damn it you two will like each other! You will!” I sound like a five year old having a tantrum.
I don’t care.
Marissa’s lip twitches and her eyes soften. She turns to me and says, “I’m sorry, Allie. This isn’t exactly how I imagined seeing you again would be, either.”
I look at Chase. He lifts his eyes from some fascinating thing he’s staring at on the carpet and catches my eye. “I’m sorry, too. I never meant to upset you.”
That’s better. Not perfect. Not enough. But better.
“I accept your apologies. Now, you two apologize to each other.”
They both glare at me.
“I don’t have anything to—”
“She’s the one who—”
“Bullshit! I didn’t say anything—”
“Barge in here like you—”
Their arguing washes over me like, well...waves in the ocean. They’re ruining everything. Tears fill my eyes.
This isn’t how any of this was supposed to be.
Chase’s phone buzzes in his pocket.
“Would you answer that?” I shout above their voices. He reaches into his back pocket and presses the power key, hard. The phone makes a little sound that indicates it’s powering down.
“Fucking texts,” he mumbles. “They can’t bother me now.”
“Who’s been texting?” I ask. Marissa storms out of the room into the kitchen, where it sounds like she’s getting something from the fridge.
“My dad.”
I frown. “Everything okay?”
He runs a shaking hand through his hair and gives me a jaded grin. “No. But it’s not important. He’s just being a control freak.”
“Like father, like son,” I joke.
Damn. Apparently, I got the bad joke gene from my sister, because the look Chase gives me tells me I crossed a line, too.
“I’m sorry,” I hurry up and say. “I just...this sucks. I want to go back to the Ferris wheel and live on it forever.”
He bites his lip and seems to be trying to calm down. Tucking his phone back in his pocket, Chase sits next to me, looping an arm around my shoulders. “Yeah. It sucks. I’m sorry for my part.”
Marissa emerges from the kitchen with three bottles of
Her mouth forms an O of shock. My cheeks fill in with a rush of blood. I’m paralyzed. The two people I love most in the world are fighting in front of me on the best day of my life. It’s like watching a car that’s about to crash into another car and having no control. No ability to stop the inevitable.
“That was a joke,” she gasps.
“Then it wasn’t a funny one,” he says. His eyes are clouded with anger and closed off when he looks at me.
“Chase, Marissa didn’t mean anything nasty when she said that,” I choke out.
“I have ears, Allie. I know what she said. She knows I’m in a motorcycle gang. She assumed.”
“I...what?” Marissa stammers. “I don’t care how you make your money, dude. I was joking around about how expensive rent is here in L.A. Guys don’t exactly fall all over themselves to offer to pay rent for girls in this city. When you said that, it was like something out of a rescue fantasy.”
The steady inhale and exhale of our breath is the only sound for a few seconds.
A sense of despair fills my bones. An hour ago we were on the Ferris wheel, my whole life pinpointed into three little words.
And now my sister, who I’ve missed like crazy, is standing in front of me facing off against my boyfriend?
Life went from awesome to suckage in six seconds.
“Can we start over?” I plead with them both. Marissa won’t even look at me or Chase, and Chase is looking at me under hooded eyes. He’s withdrawn and negative. They’re both so tense I could scream.
“You two,” I continue, “are the most important people in the entire world to me. You’re all I have,” I confess, setting my coffee cup down and slumping onto the couch.
“And now you’re fighting and acting like you can’t stand each other. I’m barely recovered from my bike accident and Chase said he loves me and I touched the ocean today and damn it you two will like each other! You will!” I sound like a five year old having a tantrum.
I don’t care.
Marissa’s lip twitches and her eyes soften. She turns to me and says, “I’m sorry, Allie. This isn’t exactly how I imagined seeing you again would be, either.”
I look at Chase. He lifts his eyes from some fascinating thing he’s staring at on the carpet and catches my eye. “I’m sorry, too. I never meant to upset you.”
That’s better. Not perfect. Not enough. But better.
“I accept your apologies. Now, you two apologize to each other.”
They both glare at me.
“I don’t have anything to—”
“She’s the one who—”
“Bullshit! I didn’t say anything—”
“Barge in here like you—”
Their arguing washes over me like, well...waves in the ocean. They’re ruining everything. Tears fill my eyes.
This isn’t how any of this was supposed to be.
Chase’s phone buzzes in his pocket.
“Would you answer that?” I shout above their voices. He reaches into his back pocket and presses the power key, hard. The phone makes a little sound that indicates it’s powering down.
“Fucking texts,” he mumbles. “They can’t bother me now.”
“Who’s been texting?” I ask. Marissa storms out of the room into the kitchen, where it sounds like she’s getting something from the fridge.
“My dad.”
I frown. “Everything okay?”
He runs a shaking hand through his hair and gives me a jaded grin. “No. But it’s not important. He’s just being a control freak.”
“Like father, like son,” I joke.
Damn. Apparently, I got the bad joke gene from my sister, because the look Chase gives me tells me I crossed a line, too.
“I’m sorry,” I hurry up and say. “I just...this sucks. I want to go back to the Ferris wheel and live on it forever.”
He bites his lip and seems to be trying to calm down. Tucking his phone back in his pocket, Chase sits next to me, looping an arm around my shoulders. “Yeah. It sucks. I’m sorry for my part.”
Marissa emerges from the kitchen with three bottles of
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