Nothing happened.
I sighed. Dad was going to expect me home sometime before the end of the week. I had to go in.
I walked slowly to the door, opening it and hearing the familiar bell announce my arrival.
"Hey Holly, how did your night at the Winter Carnival go? Andrew said it was a huge success," Luke grinned setting a pile of hammers on the counter. I smiled back at him, wondering exactly what Andrew had told him.
"Um, it was great. I thought Andrew was working today," I said cautiously. I couldn't see Andrew telling Luke we had kissed, but I wasn't sure. Besides, Nothing Happened.
Luke looked at me like I was slightly batty, but then he shrugged and started putting the hammers up on a shelf. "We switched shifts today, so I didn't get to talk to him for long. So tell me about the Carnival," he demanded, a hammer in each hand.
Luke was the person who had come up with the original promise to never date amongst ourselves. It wasn't so much a promise not to date, but more a promise that we wouldn't trade in our friendships for a fling. The brief kiss that Andrew and I shared didn't violate the promise, it was just skirting along the edge of it. We hadn't broken the actual promise, but I had a feeling Luke wouldn't see it that way. He had a strong sense of right and wrong, and kissing your friends after promising you would never get involved with them was wrong in his eyes.
"Um, well, we watched Audrey and Ray fall all over themselves flirting, then we ate, ice-skated, and saw fireworks," I said, intentionally being vague.
"Wow, what amazing detail," he said sarcastically. "Come on, give me details!"
Sure, let me tell you how I kissed my best friend. Let me tell you how good he smelled, and how strong he felt as he kept me warm. That's going to make me your favorite customer of the day.
"Well, we caught your dad and Audrey making out in the parking lot," I said slowly.
"Seriously?" He stopped with a hammer gripped in his hand, as though he had completely forgotten about it.
"Yeah, I felt like a cop at Lover's Lane. He had his hand down her shirt and everything," I replied.
"That is so awesome! And gross. So gross. But awesome!" he said laughing and making a face at the idea. I laughed as well, glad to have found a safe topic. "So, what is the next step of Operation Love?"
I shrugged. "I'm not really sure. They have just taken off. It's like they are back in high school with high school hormones. I'm not sure we have to do anything at this point other than make sure they don't implode."
Luke nodded and grinned. "I've never seen him this happy. I mean, he is stupid happy. He actually let me do the inventory this month. I've been begging him to let me do it- to get it done electronically. Today he decided I could do it so he could go on this date. This is so awesome Holly. I don't know if it is going to help get Tyler back home, but it is certainly making my life better. I can't thank you enough."
"Why is everybody thanking me for this? I didn't do anything! But I am glad it is working out so well," I said, smiling.
Luke finished setting the hammers on their shelf and helped me find the supplies for my dad. Luke didn't bring up Andrew again, and I decided that the whole thing must have been in my head. Andrew would never want me anyway. We had been friends too long, knew too many stories about one another. I must have just imagined it.
I heard the door bell ring, thinking it was a customer. I was shocked when it was Andrew's voice I heard. "Hey Luke, can you cover my shift next Thursday? I have a dentist appointment," I was glad Luke had his back to me or he would have seen me stiffen and blush. Luke popped his head out from the aisle, and called him over. I wanted to hide as Andrew strode around the corner. Nothing happened, nothing happened, nothing happened!
Andrew's face twitched, a blush creeping up into his cheeks as soon as he saw me. Our eyes connected and I knew I was just lying to myself. Something did happen.
"So Thursday? That should work. Let me check Holly out and I'll pull up the calendar. I think I have all the stuff your dad needs," he said, balancing screws and lathes. He headed towards the checkout desk and I followed meekly, avoiding Andrew's gaze.
"OK, $10.34," Luke announced as he bagged all the items and took my money. I was amazed he didn't feel the tension in the room. I could feel Andrew's eyes on me, his look burning into my skin. I could feel the blood rushing to my face and my hands started sweating.
"Thanks Luke. I'll see you guys around. Bye Andrew," I said hastily, shoving my change into the plastic bag and heading towards the door. My mouth hung onto Andrew's name, desiring it like it desired another kiss from Andrew's mouth.
I made it to my car, throwing the bag in the passenger seat and breathing hard. I sat for a moment, trying to collect my thoughts. I could barely keep my thoughts straight. I wanted to kiss him again so badly, but I knew I never could. What if Andrew and I had been the ones making out in the backseat? The idea made me want to laugh and feel hot inside at the same time.
I heard a loud knock on my window, and nearly jumped out of my skin. "Holly, you forgot your gloves," Andrew said loudly.
I rolled down my window and took the gloves with thanks.
"Holly, I want to talk to you about the other night," he said leaning into the car. I could catch just a faint whiff of his cologne through the open window, his arm stretched out onto the roof and displaying his muscles through his long-sleeved shirt.
"Nothing happened. Nothing can happen. We promised, remember? We can't do that to our friends," I said quickly, trying not to focus on his arms.
"OK, good. That's just what I was thinking," he responded a little too quickly. He dropped his arms off the car and folded them in front of him. "Good, so I'll see you around then."
"Yeah, definitely," I nodded. He backed away from the car, his eyes unreadable. I headed back home, feeling my head spinning. I told myself I was glad I had told him no, but somehow it made my chest hurt. Nothing happened, nothing happened, nothing happened. Maybe if I repeated enough times, it would be true.
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I effectively avoided Andrew for almost two weeks. I texted him as little as possible, and when I saw him in public, I always made sure there was another person nearby. I thought that maybe if I didn't spend time with him, I would stop dreaming about him.
It didn't work. If anything, my dreams became more vivid. I loved and dreaded sleeping because I knew I would dream of his hands on my body, touching and caressing me; his lips on my skin, the taste of his tongue. I would wake aching for more, aching for the real thing.
It was my first day off all week. My dad had left for a business trip that morning, so I had the house to myself. I sat in front of the tv in my pajamas eating my third bowl of chocolate cereal watching reruns of old sitcoms, reveling in the opulence of a day off.
Bing. Can you come meet me in the library? I want to show you something.
I sat looking at my phone, Andrew's face smiling at me from the screen next to the message. I was dressed and ready to go in less than five minutes.
The parking lot was empty, the public library and high school sharing the same space. I navigated through the library doors towards the main desk. I looked around for a moment, the library quiet and serene.
I smiled at the librarian stacking books to be put back on the shelves, and headed towards the conference room. Andrew and I had met there to work on projects before, so I figured that was where he would be. I found him sitting at the main table with yearbooks scattered haphazardly around him. He smiled as I walked in and closed the door behind me.
"My mom was telling me stories about her and Ray when they were in high school here, and I got an idea. You would not believe the stuff they did. Come here and look at these old yearbooks," he said pushing the chair next to him out. I walked over slowly, eying him carefully. I wasn't sure where we stood exactly, but I knew I didn't want to leave.
"You wouldn't believe some of the things I've found out. The pieces are finally coming together," Andrew said.
"I've already heard more than I ever thought I'd find out about them, so I'm not sure what you're going to say that you think will surprise me," I said.
He smiled and opened one of the yearbooks he had out on the table. He flipped through the pages until he found a picture...
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Ray had been a quiet kid in class, much like Tyler was now. His older brother looked out for him for his freshman and sophomore year, but had gone away to college himself when Ray entered his junior year. Where Tyler drew his confidence from his acting, Ray had thrown himself in a different artistic direction: music.
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I couldn't help but laugh as I saw the picture. "That's Ray all right. Looks a lot like Luke did our junior year. I had no idea he could play the trumpet!" I said.
"It gets better," Andrew said. "Take a look in the flute section."
It was hard to make out in the twenty-five year old yearbook's grainy photo, but I scanned over the picture. "Is that...your mom? She's so cute!" It was true. She looked about twelve years old in the picture, even though she would have had to have been about sixteen.
Andrew laughed. "She's always looked younger than her age. I looked up the names on the list and recognized one in particular, Mr. Watson."
"You mean Mr. Watson, the photography guy?" I asked curiously. Andrew nodded.
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"So how did they get together?" Andrew asked.
Mr. Watson laughed. "No one was ever really sure. One day, on the way back from a football game, it was dark on the bus. All of a sudden, someone saw them making out. We made fun of them, but soon enough they were inseparable."
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"So they were each other's first loves. Pretty much what we knew already," I said.
Andrew closed the yearbook and opened another one. "There's a lot more in this one," he said, opening to a page. There was a picture of the two of them in their dress clothes with the caption "Voted Most Likely to Have Beautiful Children". It looked like it had been taken at prom.
"I agree with that caption," Andrew said.
I looked at him and he made a model pose, and I laughed. "It's got one part right. You are a child!"
He grinned. "It's a sweet picture of the two of them, but I was really surprised when I saw the next one."
I turned back to the yearbook as he turned through the pages. As he settled on one in particular, I gasped.
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"Were you there for the big moment?" Andrew asked.
"Oh yes," Mr. Watson said, looking wistful. "It was a beautiful moment. I was in on it, of course. Someone had to take the picture. The drum major was in on it too. At the end of practice one day, he kept stopping the routine and telling Audrey that her tempo was off. Finally, he got off his podium and walked over to her. I remember him calling over to Ray, asking if he could please show his girlfriend the right way to mark time. Ray marched over to them, playing "Your Song" by Elton John on his trumpet the whole way there."
"I bet Mom was mortified," Andrew said.
"Most certainly. When he arrived he continued to mark time in front of her, playing the trumpet, not in her face but right next to her. When the song finished, he got down on one knee and pulled a ring from his pocket. That's when I snapped the picture."