“You talked to Elizabeth?”
“Yes. We’re friends now.”
“Since when?”
“Since Monday. We had lunch.” She shrugs as if it’s no big deal. It pisses me off at first. While Elizabeth was ignoring me, she was busy becoming BFFs with Meredith! What the fuck? She could talk to her, but she couldn’t talk to me?
“Lizzy said you left her house upset.”
“Why did she tell you?”
“We’re friends,” she says simply. “And since you told her you were coming to my house, she wanted me to tell her if you were okay or not. Tell me what happened.”
“There’s nothing to tell. Before today, I hadn’t heard from her since Saturday morning. I dropped by to see her, and she doesn’t want to be with me.”
Meredith rolls her eyes. “She said those exact words?” When I look away instead of answering, she continues, “That’s what I thought.” Meredith scoots closer and rests a hand on my arm. “Listen to me, Marc. You’re the first guy she’s liked since her first love died. After he died, she didn’t even think she would ever be with anyone else. She likes you, she likes being with you.” She suddenly slaps me across the back of my head. “Stop being a jackass! You scare her, Marc. A possible future with someone who isn’t the person she always thought she was going to spend her life with scares her. Why are you demanding that one month into this she tell you she wants to be with you forever? Give the girl some time. Ask her to be your girlfriend and be satisfied when she says she will be.”
I eye her for a moment. “You know, ever since you started planning this wedding, you’ve become incredibly bossy.”
“Are you going to do what I’ve told you?”
I lean my head back on the couch and stare up at the ceiling. What she says makes sense, I know, but I still don’t like it. “If I can see it, why can’t she?”
“Maybe she’s not there yet. Or maybe she is, but she’s not ready to face it. My point is if you like her so much, you should give her all the time she wants to come to her own conclusions about you instead of walking out on her because she’s nervous over the fact of how much she does like you.”
“You think she really likes me?”
Meredith looks confused. “When has she said she doesn’t? Of course, she does.”
“Are you going to flash me now?”
“Nope. I changed my mind.” She smiles sweetly.
“Tease.”
Meredith looks around my house and frowns. It’s plain. She’ll get over it.
“If she breaks my heart,” I begin, but Meredith finishes for me.
“I’ll break up with Noah and keep you company.”
I grin. “That’s why I’m your favorite.” She wouldn’t of course, but that’s not the point.
TURNS OUT, I’M the one who is out of her ever-loving mind.
Meredith said she went to see Marc last night, but she couldn’t tell if she got through to him or not. Therefore, she spent an hour telling me I needed to make a big move because I apparently need to show him I’m crazy about him, so he’ll forget about how he’s pushing me forward faster than I can handle. I even tried telling Meredith that her idea is a terrible one simply because now she’s the one pushing me instead of him.
Just when I thought I was in the clear, she showed up at my house with a pair of noise-canceling headphones.
She wants me to attend a game. I don’t have to watch,
but she wants me in the box.
“Since when is the woman supposed to make the grand gesture?” I say as I reluctantly grab my purse.
“I’ve made a grand gesture,” she says.
“What did you do?”