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The bar is a lot more crowded than it was a few minutes ago, and I take a look around, eying the patrons, who I assume are from the university.
"It's the witching hour, when all of college's finest come by, and see if their fake ID's will get them some booze. Too bad Nate is working; he rarely lets one get by him."
Nate the bartender graduated with us. I remember he played baseball with Keegan in high school. His parents owned the bar, and their parents before them, and now he does.
We laugh as he turns a few kids away who obviously are underage. The looks of devastation on their faces as they walk away make me feel a little bad for them. We were all in their position, trying to act older then we really were just to get an alcoholic drink. I'm sure the next step for the youth is to stand outside the convenience store asking people if they can buy them beer.
"I feel like I'm in college again," I say.
The drink is kicking in in a big way. I feel warmth all through my body, and it's suddenly stifling in the bar.
"Yeah, but I don't remember that guy in college, he's seriously hot." She points to the bar, at someone talking to Nate and shaking his hand. My vision is obstructed and I can't see who it is. I like hot, who doesn't? I may have lost the love of my life, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate the finer things in life. I think that may be the alcohol talking, but I'm not sure.
"Holy shit, isn't that…" I know exactly who it is now, because he has moved to where I can look at him clearly.
"Keegan James," we say at the exact same time. Delaney looks at me, seeing the recognition in my eyes.
"Okay then, what's that story there, Aimee? I haven't seen him since high school."
"It's a long story," I tell her.
She moves in closer to me. "This may surprise you, but I'm a great listener, and I have nowhere to be."
Even though Delaney and I haven't talked in ages, I feel comfortable divulging everything to her, and that's exactly what I do. Well, most of it at least. There are some secrets I can't tell anyone. Some stories aren't mine to tell.
"You know, Aimee, sometimes it's good to get someone else's perspective. I remember the way you two were attached at the hip when we were younger. It made every girl in our high school envious of you, even me. Who wouldn't want the attention of Keegan James, or any James?"
"Delaney, it wasn't like that; we were just friends," I defend.
"Yeah, yeah, I've heard that bullshit before. Friends till the end and all that jazz, but if you believe you have ever been just friends then you may need to see a shrink."
She doesn't understand, and I'm not sure anyone would, so I just remain silent while we stare at each other.
"You obviously haven't changed since high school. That look he's giving you right now is the same look he's given you since I've known you."
Maybe Delaney needs to see a shrink, because I think she may be off her rocker. Keegan never looked at me, and if he had, why all the girlfriends in high school? The ones I had to be nice to for him, even though most of them looked at me like they wanted to rip my head off.
"How is that?"
"Aimee he's looking at you like you belong to him; it shouts mine . I wish some guy would look at me like that at least for one night."
I can't help but laugh hysterically. Even though her words sound nice, perfect, and what I always wanted, it's just not true.
"Delaney, how many of those have you drank tonight?"
"This is my first drink, and I have a very good tolerance for alcohol so I'm as sober as a judge right now."
"Well thanks, but I think you're wrong."
"We will agree to disagree," she says. We both take another sip of our drinks, and I'm already in need of another, especially after my session with Dr. Phil.
"Oh, since you guys are such great 'friends.'" She puts the word friends in air quotes. "Do you have any idea why he's here in town?"
Ugh, she's not letting this go, and this fun night of forgetting is turning into
The bar is a lot more crowded than it was a few minutes ago, and I take a look around, eying the patrons, who I assume are from the university.
"It's the witching hour, when all of college's finest come by, and see if their fake ID's will get them some booze. Too bad Nate is working; he rarely lets one get by him."
Nate the bartender graduated with us. I remember he played baseball with Keegan in high school. His parents owned the bar, and their parents before them, and now he does.
We laugh as he turns a few kids away who obviously are underage. The looks of devastation on their faces as they walk away make me feel a little bad for them. We were all in their position, trying to act older then we really were just to get an alcoholic drink. I'm sure the next step for the youth is to stand outside the convenience store asking people if they can buy them beer.
"I feel like I'm in college again," I say.
The drink is kicking in in a big way. I feel warmth all through my body, and it's suddenly stifling in the bar.
"Yeah, but I don't remember that guy in college, he's seriously hot." She points to the bar, at someone talking to Nate and shaking his hand. My vision is obstructed and I can't see who it is. I like hot, who doesn't? I may have lost the love of my life, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate the finer things in life. I think that may be the alcohol talking, but I'm not sure.
"Holy shit, isn't that…" I know exactly who it is now, because he has moved to where I can look at him clearly.
"Keegan James," we say at the exact same time. Delaney looks at me, seeing the recognition in my eyes.
"Okay then, what's that story there, Aimee? I haven't seen him since high school."
"It's a long story," I tell her.
She moves in closer to me. "This may surprise you, but I'm a great listener, and I have nowhere to be."
Even though Delaney and I haven't talked in ages, I feel comfortable divulging everything to her, and that's exactly what I do. Well, most of it at least. There are some secrets I can't tell anyone. Some stories aren't mine to tell.
"You know, Aimee, sometimes it's good to get someone else's perspective. I remember the way you two were attached at the hip when we were younger. It made every girl in our high school envious of you, even me. Who wouldn't want the attention of Keegan James, or any James?"
"Delaney, it wasn't like that; we were just friends," I defend.
"Yeah, yeah, I've heard that bullshit before. Friends till the end and all that jazz, but if you believe you have ever been just friends then you may need to see a shrink."
She doesn't understand, and I'm not sure anyone would, so I just remain silent while we stare at each other.
"You obviously haven't changed since high school. That look he's giving you right now is the same look he's given you since I've known you."
Maybe Delaney needs to see a shrink, because I think she may be off her rocker. Keegan never looked at me, and if he had, why all the girlfriends in high school? The ones I had to be nice to for him, even though most of them looked at me like they wanted to rip my head off.
"How is that?"
"Aimee he's looking at you like you belong to him; it shouts mine . I wish some guy would look at me like that at least for one night."
I can't help but laugh hysterically. Even though her words sound nice, perfect, and what I always wanted, it's just not true.
"Delaney, how many of those have you drank tonight?"
"This is my first drink, and I have a very good tolerance for alcohol so I'm as sober as a judge right now."
"Well thanks, but I think you're wrong."
"We will agree to disagree," she says. We both take another sip of our drinks, and I'm already in need of another, especially after my session with Dr. Phil.
"Oh, since you guys are such great 'friends.'" She puts the word friends in air quotes. "Do you have any idea why he's here in town?"
Ugh, she's not letting this go, and this fun night of forgetting is turning into
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