I draw my legs up on my bed as I stare at the paintbrushes I hid away in my childhood bedroom, knowing full well that I canât use them without upsetting my mom. Itâs why I turn to street art every time Iâm home for more than a weekâbecause I canât imagine not being able to paint at all. I didnât think Iâd ever get caught, but I did, and Iâm not sure where that leaves me.
Painting is the only thing thatâs ever truly allowed me to stop overthinkingâitâs the closest thing to peace Iâve ever found. Without my brush or a spray can in my hand, I feel vulnerable, an unwilling participant in the real world and all its accompanying worries. I canât stand the idea of having to give it up entirely, but if Archer had recognized me, Iâd have been in a world of trouble. It wouldâve been even worse had it been someone elseâsomeone who wouldâve had me arrested.
My phone rings for the fifth time this morning, a photo of Theo with his arm slung around me lighting up my phone, and the urge to paint skyrockets. I canât avoid him much longer, but I donât know how to be around him anymore. I canât face him and pretend I donât know what heâs keeping from me.
My thoughts have been a mess since I saw him kiss our mutual friend, Kristen, through the window of our favorite diner. I know heâs been trying to find a way to tell me about them, but I donât want to hear it. Not yet. Iâm not ready to let go of the idea of us. I thought that if I just waited long enough, heâd finally see that I could make him happy, that I could be the one. Not just his best friend but the person he shares the rest of his life with. Iâm not ready to smile like it doesnât hurt or wish them well when I donât mean it as much as I should.
âSerenity?â
My head snaps up at the sound of Theoâs voice, and my heart skips a beat when he walks into my bedroom, pure concern written all over his face. My gaze lingers on his soft, light brown curls and those green eyes that have visited me in my dreams almost every night for years now. He smiles, and my stomach flutters.
âHey,â I murmur, trying my hardest to force a smile. I shouldâve known heâd come find me if I ignored his calls. Itâs rare for us to go more than a handful of days without seeing each other, after all. When I told him I wanted to move back in with my parents during my job search following college, he moved back in with his parents too, just so I wouldnât feel alone here. In hindsight, I wish he hadnât. Maybe then he wouldnât have fallen for Kristen.
Theoâs gaze roams over my face, as though to assess whether Iâm okay. His eyes eventually settle on the phone on my bed, his expression hardening. I ignored his last call seven minutes ago, the exact amount of time itâd have taken him to get to me. âI couldnât reach you,â he says as he sits down next to me, his shoulder brushing against mine. âI was so worried, Ser. Did you even realize internship emails have gone out?â
I look up at him and inhale sharply as I reach for my phone. Iâd been so focused on Theo and Kristen that Iâve been avoiding my phone altogether, not wanting to see their texts, either in our group chat or individually.
âI came straight here when I got mine. Should we open them together?â he asks, his voice soft and sweet.
My heart wrenches painfully, and I let my eyes flutter closed briefly. This is exactly why I fell for himâbecause he always makes me feel so special. He made me feel like I was his person, the way he is mine.
I bite down on my lip as I unlock my phone, my stomach tightening. Until a few days ago, this internship ranked highest on my list of things I wanted to accomplish this year, and it hurts to have the shine of it dull the way it has. Theo and I were meant to move in together if we both got internship positions, and I was finally going to take a chance on us.
âWhat if I didnât get in?â I ask, my voice soft, and it kills me to realize that a small part of me hopes thatâs the case. Not getting in means not having to face Theo as often, and I hate that my dreams are tainted by my broken heart.
âImpossible,â Theo promises. âThere isnât a thing in this world that you canât accomplish. This is nothing. Just a few moments from now, youâll get to cross another accomplishment off your list. I just know it.â
He looks at me like he genuinely believes thereâs nothing I canât do, and I canât help but wonder how I misread the signs as badly as I have. I was so certain that the way he looks at me meant he had feelings for me too, and Iâm not sure whatâs worse: the fact that I was wrong or the knowledge that I simply didnât know him as well as I thought I did.
âOkay,â I whisper. âLetâs find out if we got in.â
He nods and reaches for his phone. âReady?â
I take a deep breath, my stomach taut with nerves. âIâll count us down.â
He grins, an indulgent look in his eyes. âYouâre intent on delaying the inevitable for just a few more seconds, arenât you?â
Inevitable. Iâd hoped thatâs what we were. âFine, Iâm starting my count down right now!â I tell him, earning myself a chuckle that normally wouldâve made me smile back at him. âThree,â I murmur, opening my email app to find that there is, indeed, an email waiting for me.
âTwo.â
âOne.â
We both click on our emails, and almost instantly, we both begin to smile. I reach for him wordlessly, and he chuckles, his arms wrapping around me. âWe did it,â he says, holding me so tightly that we fall backwards onto my bed. He just laughs and squeezes me a little harder.
âWe did it,â I repeat, my nose pressed against his neck. His hugs never failed to lift my mood, but now they just fill me with guilt. The thought of him being with Kristen, and of her ever seeing us this way, makes me feel sick. I guess thatâs part of why Iâve been avoiding both of themâbecause I knew things would change, and I wasnât ready.
âI canât wait to see your brotherâs face when you tell him,â Theo says, pulling away to look at me, his eyes twinkling with pride. I smile as I imagine Ezraâs incredulous expression. He might very well be happier than I ever could be to hear that Iâll be interning at the company he founded with Archer. Ezra has never put any pressure on me, but he always made it clear that heâd love for me to work for Serenity Solutions someday.
âI bet you already have dozens of to-do lists for us,â Theo says, sitting up. His smile slips a fraction, and my stomach dips. âIâve never met anyone who loves lists more than you do.â
I sit up too, my heart racing as I cross my legs, wishing we didnât need to have this conversation. âItâs good to have some direction, and honestly, it just feels amazing to cross something off a list,â I tell him, my voice trembling. âMakes me feel accomplished. Youâll probably hate me when you see the long list of things weâll need to do in the next couple of days, but youâll thank me when itâs all done.â
He looks away, regret flashing through his eyes before he manages to hide it. He stares at me for a moment, his expression foreign. Iâve never seen him look at me like that. âSerenity,â he says, his tone hesitant. âI donât think weâll be able to move in together like we planned. Thereâs something I need to tell you.â