Page 18 of Reverse Perspective

Last week I would’ve just assumed that meant that I was just “one of the guys”. But it’s so much more than that. Those three men will probably always live together. They have a platonic relationship but they are one hundred percent soulmates. They were a bit thrown off when I said this because generally soulmates are considered to be romantic, but I do think that your soulmate can be your best friend. I think you can have more than one soulmate. Without a doubt, I know now that I fit into that with them.

I truly cannot imagine my life without them in it in some capacity. For so long, my relationship with them was platonic. I was the girl best friend and they were the guys who treated me like a princess long before I understood that they were doing it, before they knew they were doing it. From a young age, I playedfootball with them, and I still do. Nothing about that was ever made to be weird.

Today is the day we meet up with everyone for our weekly game. Everyone is aware of how I feel about the guys and how they feel about me. Everyone knew before, but it was never admitted out loud. I’m curious to see how the day goes.

Todd knows that I’m sneaking away when we get to the restaurant, but no one else knows. I’ve been keeping him updated on how everything is going with the guys and he is still pushing for me to do this auction. Last night I forced him to tell me what his plan was because he was acting suspicious. He informed me that when the guys realize that I’m gone he’s going to tell them what I’m doing and that he put me up to it. That will give them the chance to show up and pick me. Lance doesn’t know that Angela will be there though.

I was completely out of my element, looking for a dress, but I did take Todd’s advice and didn't get a black dress. Instead, I got a gorgeous blood red, A-line, V-neck spaghetti strap dress that just barely graces the floor. That shows off every curve and I look fucking amazing in it. I’m going to have my hair tied up loosely with a few tendrils falling to show my curls. I will also pair it with a matching color shawl and clutch.

I snuck away while the guys were busy so I could go down the road to a dress store yesterday. I messaged Todd and asked if I could show him the dress because I don’t have any female friends that I’m close enough with to show. He told me to show him so I sent a picture of me in the dress. He texted me back and said, “Holy fuck, Sadie. They are going to love that dress.” So I took it at face value and bought the dress. I had it in the truck since I managed to drive separately from everyone so I could rush home and get it inside before they got home. They pointed out that I was acting weird, but didn’t ask too many questions.

It’s another scalding hot summer day in Georgia. I am in my usual spandex shorts, but I am wearing a sports bra and a drop armhole tank top so I don’t roast to death. This shows off the tattoo on my ribcage but I don’t think that the guys knew that I had it before. It’s of three blue butterflies. I got it for them as a reminder that not only did they set me free from my ultra-conservative upbringing and helped me thrive; they are my whole world. No matter where our relationship goes, they are my best friends.

When I park the truck, I go to get out but Dean grabs me. “What is that?” he asks.

“What is what, psycho?” I ask. He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he gets out of the truck. I get out just as he walks around to me. He turns me to look at my side and I laugh.

“When did you get that?” he asks

“Get what?” Mason asks. “Oh, that’s pretty.”

“I thought I saw something on your side last week. I wasn’t sure,” Lance says.

“When did you get that?” Dean asks again.

“She got it like a year ago. How am I the only one who knows this?” Todd asks. They turn and look at him.

“I forgot you knew about it,” I laugh.

“How does he know but not us?” Mason asks.

“Last summer. She took off her T-shirt and I saw it,” he says. “They know why you got it?”

“No,” I laugh.

“You’re killing me, Sadie,” Lance says.

“I got it for you three weirdos. I thought y’all knew about it,” I say. My phone starts to ring in my bag and I groan when I see it’s my Dad. “Today is going to be a great day.”

“Your parents?” Dean asks.

“Dad,” I roll my eyes and answer as I go and set my stuff down. “Hello?”

“Hey, sweetie,” Dad says. “What are you up to?”

“At the park with the guys. What’s up?” I ask.

“Oh, just wanted to let you know that we are coming into town next weekend and wanted to see you,” Dad informs me. I sit down in the grass and lay back before putting my phone on speaker so I’m not the only one who has to listen. Everyone comes over and sits with me. They all know how fucking stressful it is for me to talk to my parents, let alone see them.

“Are you coming in Friday or Saturday?” I ask.

“Saturday afternoon,” Dad says. “What time do you normally get done at the park on Saturday?”

“Generally around lunchtime.”

“Oh, good. We can just meet you after for lunch,” Dad says happily. I throw my arms up dramatically and don’t say anything. “You there?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m here. I can meet you guys after,” I say. “I’ll just leave here a little early.”

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