Page 46 of One More Weekend

And then it was mine and Jenna's turn. I took a swig of my IPA before heading toward the stage.

As usual, I had no idea what song Jenna had chosen for our duet. But if her mood was any indicator, it would be something more upbeat than our trip to Winnie's after her breakup. We had our standards but every once in a while Jenna would throw in something fresh.

I had a feeling tonight might be one of those nights.

We went to karaoke last week, after our late night together. But Jenna had picked a more crowded bar, which meant that we didn't even get a chance to sing.

Despite my disappointment, it was probably for the best, because everyone in the bar would have been able to see just how strained our relationship was at that moment.

As soon as the keys and light strings ofDon't Go Breaking My Heartby Elton John and Kiki Dee sounded, I knew we were in for a show.

It was our second classic duet, alongsideYou're The One That I Want.

I started off the duet with Elton’s lines, followed quickly by Jenna. Hardly looking at the screen, we were able to really sing it out to each other and the audience.

The crowd, now filling up the whole bar, sang along with us as we danced around the stage. By the end of the song, the entire place with the final lines. “Don’t go breaking my heart, I won’t go breaking your heart.”

The song faded out as the bar whooped and hollered.

Taking a bow, Jenna and I hopped off the stage and back to our spot which was only slightly being taken over by college kids.

But as I nestled back in, we got to talking about the song and laughing about our parts.

After a couple minutes, I heard the opening notes of Build Me Up Buttercup. Rolling my eyes, I passed my beer to Jenna and stood. “Your picks are getting ridiculous.”

As soon as I took the stage and grabbed the mic, a woman sidled up to Jenna.

My chest tightened, a wave of jealousy washing over me as I tried to focus on my song. If the next six weeks were anything like this feeling, I was going to be miserable for a long time.

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JENNA

“Hey there,”a gorgeous butch with a buzzed head smiled at me as she slid into Sy’s spot.

I tilted my head as I looked over at her, my eyes flicking between her and my best friend on the stage. “Hi.”

Extending her hand, the woman met my blue eyes with her hazel. “I’m Dana, I haven’t seen you here before. You guys killed that duet.”

“Oh thank you, we’re here like once a month.” I kept my eye on Sy, unable to look away fully.

Dana nodded toward Sy who was in the middle of belting outBuild Me Up Buttercup. “Are you guys together… or?”

My mouth fell open as I tried to find the words. I hadn’t expected this stranger to nail down my exact dilemma so quickly.

“Great question. She’s my roommate and my best friend.” I bit the inside of my cheek as I considered just how much more I should reveal.

But Dana seemed to have a grip on exactly what was going on. “And you slept together?”

Laughing, I nodded as I looked up at Sy. “Yep.” Her eyes had closed completely as she gripped the mice with both hands, her toned forearms hit perfectly by the overhead spotlight.

Raising an eyebrow, Dana was intrigued by the drama. “And you haven’t talked about it?”

I shook my head. “No, we have. But I’m moving out of state in a few weeks so we decided not to pursue it.”

“Really? Damn, that’s kind of a shame.”

“You think so?” My forehead wrinkled. It seemed messy, chaotic, and not at all like a good way to leave.

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