Page 71 of P.S. I'm Still Yours
Maybe I don’t know who Kane is anymore.
The conversation shifts to our interests, and I almost squeal when she mentions her favorite show. Turns out she’s a reality TV lover just like me.
I’ve been hooked on this show about a house full of exes that went through horrible breakups. I mean the “block-you-on-all-socials” type of breakups. We end up promising each other that we’ll watch it together from now on. They put out a new episode every week.
My phone chimes with a text from Jamie not long after.
Jamie
Got off early. Come over whenever.
I shove my phone into my pocket and wonder if I should ask Drea after all.
There’s a reason I only have one friend in college. I’ve grown wary of female friendships after seeing how shady and backstabbing some girls can be. But then again, just because I’ve been burned in high school doesn’t mean every girl is Regina George the Second.
“Hey, so, I’m having dinner and drinks with some friends tonight. Want to come?”
Her features twist with hesitation. “That sounds great, but I’m supposed to be working on a game plan to get this troublemaker—” She points to the second floor, obviously referring to Kane. “—back into Hollywood’s good graces.”
“Go,” Scar intervenes. “You’ve been busting your ass to keep his career afloat since the accident. You still have two months to get him out of trouble. Just go. I promise you can take one night off without the world ending.”
She stops to think.
Scar’s comment seems to do the trick because it isn’t long before Drea brings her focus back to me, a smile dancing on her face. “Fuck it, let’s go.”
* * *
“There’s no way!” My voice travels through Jamie’s backyard as I stumble down the creaky deck stairs, clutching a bottle of rosé.
I’m not going to lie, I’m buzzed. Hell, I might even be a little drunk. Knowing me, I’m going to have to slow down before I start laughing for no reason.
Worst part is, I promised myself I’d keep the drinking to a minimum tonight. But then Jamie introduced us to her delicious mojitos, and, well… I got a little carried away.
We finished eating a few minutes ago, and Jamie suggested that we head outside to enjoy a nice fire. We plop down onto the patio chairs forming a circle around Jamie’s stone firepit a moment later.
“I swear on my life. She went to those AA meetings for a year just because she had a crush on one of the guys there.” Jamie exposes her friend Brooke.
Drea gasps. “An entire year?”
“But you barely even drink.” Shay, another friend of Jamie’s, calls her out.
Brooke covers her face with her hands. “In my defense, I was going through a major dry spell.”
I chuckle. “Was he really that hot?”
She starts fanning herself dramatically. “Oh Jesus, yes. He was like sex on a fucking stick, with tattoos and muscles. Hottest guy I’ve ever seen, hands down.”
“Did something happen, at least?” Drea asks.
Jamie erupts into laughter as she rises off her chair to get the fire started. “She wishes.”
“He had a girlfriend back home,” Brooke shamefully admits.
Drea’s mouth falls open. “Wait, so, you spent a year going to AA meetings when you don’t even have a drinking problem for nothing?”
“I have no regrets.” Brooke sticks her hands up, making the five of us laugh harder.
This night is going even better than I thought it would. Brooke and Shay are hilarious, but I shouldn’t be surprised, considering they’re Jamie’s friends. Of course they’d be just as funny as she is.