Awkward. Awkward.
This is literally all that is on my mind. Because here I am, sitting in the passenger seat of my best friends sisters car.
Wit Sloan passed out in the back, and Skye leaning her head on her hand that is propped up on her door. Staring at the road. She seemed to be in her mood again. Locked in her own head.
Like a switch, my mind started racing with a million different possibilities of as to why she gets like this. Maybe she's depressed. Maybe something happened. But what? Did she go through a breakup? Was that it? Did she get her heart broken? Was it completely shattered? Was she hurting? Is this why she always got like this? Because she was inwardly battling with herself about something she's been struggling with? Like something personal? Maybe her sexuality?
Come to think about it, I've never seen her in a relationship. I know she must at least be bisexual. I've definitely seen a few girls do the walk of shame from her bedroom in the mornings I've been over. And I couldn't help but wonder. I mean, she's been with guys. Or, more specifically, one guy. In the ninth grade. What was his name? Luke? Liam? I honestly have no idea.
"what was your boyfriends name?" I found myself blurting. It seemed to catch her off guard, because she glanced at me, before shifting her eyes back to the road.
"I think I would know if I had a boyfriend Megan." She retorted.
As frustrating as she could be sometimes, I found myself smiling. "I was talking about the guy you dated during freshman year, smart one."
Hey, if she could be a sarcastic asshole, so could I.
"And why exactly are we talking about this?"
"I don't know, I was just wondering. But you didn't answer the question."
She smirked, and shook her head. Resting her arm on the armrest as the other gripped the steering wheel. "His name was Ivan."
"Have you dated any one recently?"
Laughing, she looked over at me, before looking back ahead. "What is this, twenty questions?"
"Again, you didn't answer the question."
"Mostly because I don't know why the hell you're asking me about my relationship status."
I don't even know why I've suddenly grown an interest in Skye. Not only in her love life, but just her in general. I figured that since I'm best friends with her sister, it couldn't hurt to get to know her as well.
"I'm just curious is all."
"And, I'm just automatically supposed to answer you, because......?"
"Well, I am your sisters best friend."
"And?"
"And, I thought it'd be nice to get along with my best friends sister."
"You don't need to worry About that."
Something about the way she said that - I don't know- it didn't sit well with me. It sounded, different to say the least. As if she didn't fee anything when she had said it.
"And why is that?" I questioned.
"Because you're already practically part of the family. Our parents already love you like one of their own. So you don't need my approval or whatever it is you're looking for."
"What if I actually just wanted to get to know you?"
"Trust me, you wouldn't."
"And how do you know that?" I pushed further.
She was silent for a bit. Looking out of the window. I figured she wasn't going to answer, so I don't push it. I just sat, and watched her patiently. Watching her mouth open and close multiple times before she answered.
"You just wouldn't. You wouldn't like the way I am. Just....trust me on that."
Knowing she don't want to talk anymore, I just stayed quiet while stealing a few glances at her now and then.
I don't know why, but something is pulling me towards her. Making me want to get to know her. I just don't know how.
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"Oh my god! The sun feels so amazing!" Sloan exclaimed in excitement.
We had arrived at the cabin a little over ten minutes ago. And let me tell you, it just gets more and more beautiful each time we come. The cabin being made of a dark red type of wood. Overlooking the lake, as well as surrounded by a breath taking treeline. In which led into the woods.
Right now, Sloan and I were laid out on the walkway leading to their family owned boat. Just laying about, listening to the birds chirp, and breathing in the outdoorsy smell.
As for Skye, she busied herself in the cabins gym as soon as we got here.
I know. How trippy, right? But, Mr.Peterson was apparently way into fitness and personal health. So, he had a gym set up at each of their families estates.
"Why so quiet Megan?" Sloan questioned beside me. Knowing Sloan, she wouldn't rest until I told her what was wrong. She's just like that. She's overprotective sometimes. But, it just let's you know she cares.
"Just thinking, I guess." Half heartily answering Sloan never gets you anywhere. In all actuality, it jut males her probe more.
"This isn't about you know who is it?"
"No, Sloan, I am not thinking about Evan."
Thinking about Evan just put me in edge. And knowing Sloan, she won't let it rest.
"Good. Because honestly, the first day you introduced me, I knew he was nothing but a low life scumbag. Trust me, babe, you could do so much better."
No matter what other people had thought of Sloan, she always found a way to make me feel a whole lot better. Which is why we're best friends. "Really? Like you have the best track record?" I joked.
"Oh, please girl. You know I'm not looking for anything serious." Shoving her slightly, I just rolled my eyes.
"I swear, one day, I'll get into a serious relationship, and you won't know what to do with yourself." Laughed, she wiped a fake tear from her eye.
"Like you'd ever settle down!" She said once she settled from her laughing fit.
"I could."
"With who?" She questioned.
"I don't know. Maybe I haven't met the one yet."
"Are you into anyone?"
"No."
"How can you settle down, if you don't even like anyone you go out with?"
Shrugging my shoulders, I sat up. Using my hands to prop myself up.
"I had a chat with Skye in the car." I said suddenly.
"You actually talked to her?"
I nodded in response.
"And she talked back?"
"Kinda, yeah."
"What did y'all talk about?"
"Her exes, and her relationship status."
Sloan looked over at me, her face contorted a bit, before she yet again burst into a fit of laughter. "How in the hell, did you, Megan, get my sister, Skye, to talk about her love life?"
Laughing, I just shrugged. "You know how I am Sloan. My mind was going a thousand miles a minute, and I just sorta blurted it out. You know? Word vomit."
"And why exactly was your mind going a thousand miles a minute?"
"I don't know, we were talking before. And then, she just did the thing. You know?"
"Where she kinda just zones out?"
"So you noticed it too, huh?"
"Well yeah, I am her sister." She shoved me gently, before giving me that look. That look that suggests she knows something you don't. Which happens a lot actually. It's scary, how she knows me so well, she knows what I'm feeling even before I do. Which is another reason why she's my best friend.
"What?"
"You like her."
"What? Like who?"
"My sister." She said smirking.
"You're insane."
"You didn't deny it."
"Sloan...." I said seriously, "I do not like your sister."
"Mhm, whatever you say. Just remember, I know you."
Sighing, I just dropped the conversation. Diving back into my own head. Allowing my thoughts to once again consume me. Over thinking each and every word Sloan had uttered.
Did I like Skye? No, I couldn't possibly like her. I barely even know her. I don't even know anything about her. I don't even know her middle name. Or hell, her birthday. Which is sad, I know. But, I did want to get to know her. That didn't mean I liked her right?
Then, as if my luck was testing me, Skye came out. In a black wife beater, and basketball, shorts. "Are y'all ready to go?"
"What? We barely just got here!" Sloan complained.
"You need to get a watch Sloan. We've been here four hours."
Packing up our things, we headed back towards Skye's car. Sloan whining each second until we got back on the road, and she basically passed out in the back seat. Allowing the awkwardness to flow freely once again.
I swear, every time we're close to being alone, its awkward as hell. And we're not even friends.
"So, what'd you get up to?"
Glancing at me, she just shrugged. Tapping her thumb lightly to the soft rock that was playing in the back ground. "Nothing special. Certainly nothing compared to laying out in a bikini."
"Hey, we talked too." I defended.
"About?"
"Things."
"Like?"
"Best friend things."
Chuckling lightly, she shifted in her seat. "As in, the latest fashion trends? What the biebs had for dinner? Or, let me guess, the latest plastic surgery the kardashians got?"
Slapping her arm, I just sat there in horror. Fighting back the laughter that was clawing up my throat. "That is not what we talk about."
"Mhm." She shook with laughter. Allowing the wonderful sound to fill my ears, I sat back in the seat, falling into A comfortable silence the rest of the ride.
Basically crashing once we got back. Giving me the chance to replay the events of today.
Once again wondering why Skye was the way she was. Why she always disconnecting herself from everyone, then covering it up by being a sarcastic jerk.
Making a promise to myself then. I was going to find out why.