Page 3 of We Own Tonight
Feuds aside, Nicole is right. I don’t ever go out. If I’m not being a couch potato, I’m with mysister.
I pull my hair out of the bun, allowing my blonde locks to fall around me. Thanks to the twist, it almost has curls. Nicole grabs her bag from the backseat and tosses her makeup pouch onto my lap. “Put some of that on. You know, look hot. Not like a frumpydivorcée.”
“I often question why I didn’t drop you after high school.” I grab some eyeliner and darken my brown eyes. I add a little blush and lip gloss. “Better?”
“Much.”
We head into the concert, and I can’t stop giggling to myself. Everyone is around our age—all here to see a freaking boy band. The group we all lusted over as teens is now fully grown, but here we are, ready to swoon and scream theirsongs.
I can’t remember how many dreams I had about Eli Walsh or how many notebooks I filled with Mrs. Heather Walsh signatures. I’m sure I’m not alone, either. There are probably a few hundred middle-aged women here tonight who had done the samething.
Some more scantily clad thanothers.
“What the hell is shewearing?”
Nicole glances over and makes a disgusted face. “Dear, Lord. Someone needs to tell her that a muffin top and a mini skirt don’tmix.”
Isnort.
“I feel like this is our version of a high school reunion,” I cogitate while scanning the crowd for Danni and Kristin. I know we’re not spring chickens, but when did we get as old as some of the people standing in line?Sheesh.
“Heather!” Kristin waves as they rush towardus.
Even though we see each other at least every three months, I miss them. We made a promise when we graduated high school we’d have a quarterly date, and so far, we’ve all made a point of sticking to it. It helps that we all stayed in the greater Tampa area, but I think no matter the distance, we’d always be there for eachother.
Some friendships are unbreakable—even if someone sleeps with someone else’sex.
“I’ve missed you,” I say as she wraps her arms aroundme.
She plants a kiss on my cheek. “I missed youmore.”
We all stand here, hugging it out. We’re dorks, but I couldn’t care less. Other than my sister, they’re the only family Ihave.
“How’s Steph feeling?” Danielleasks.
“She’s doing good, I think. I’m waiting for her to call me.” It’s so sweet how Danielle always asks aboutStephanie.
“I’m glad she’s doing okay.” Shesmiles.
“Yeah, she should’ve called though. I should probably give her acall. . .”
Danni grabs my hand, stopping me from going for my phone. “I’m sure her nurse would let you know if there were somethingwrong.”
She’s right, but the worrier in me can’t help myself. I’ve spent what feels like my entire life making decisions around Stephanie. I don’t take any chances when it comes toher.
“I’m just going to check,” I explain as I grab my phone from mybra.
Danielle laughs. “I should’ve known better than to try to stopyou.”
There are no missed calls ortexts.
Breathe. I’m sure she’s fine, don’toverreact.
I send a quick text because I’ll never let itgo.
Me: Hey, you okay? I haven’t heard from youtoday.
She answers rightback.
