Page 21 of The Wedding Season
“Oh.”
She starts going through her hamper. “He has such a great space. It’s a live-work loft. You have to come hang with us. He’s in the Arts District downtown. It’s so vibrant. You’d love it. His music is incredible. He’s sotalented.”
I nod. “I’m going to write a script withBraddock.”
She drops what she’s doing and scurries back over to me, putting her hands on my shoulders. “What?! Tell me everything.” This is news to her. I was half-expecting her to already know this, and about my brief interlude in the bathroom at the wedding, but apparently she and Sam have been too busy falling in love and Braddock has been too busy not caring enough to communicate with his best friend aboutme.
“There’s nothing to tell. It’s work. It’s a career choice. Our agents strongly recommended it. He had a really good idea for a horror movie with a relationship angle. It could end up being a good thing for me. Career-wise.”
“Wow. You’re saying all this while your body language is expressing total defeat. This is great! I’m so excited for you! We should all hang out—let’s have dinner thisweek.”
“No.”
“Oh comeon.”
“Noway.”
“It won’t be a doubledate.”
“It won’t be anything, it’s nothappening.”
“Fine.” She goes back to her laundry. “For now. I’ve got a good feeling about this, my love. This is the start of something great foryou.”
“Oh calm down. Are you still going to be my plus-one for my friend’swedding?”
“Yes! Oh right! Sam’s going to that too! WithScott!”
“Right. Ofcourse.”
“Oh my God it’ll be so fun! We should all drive uptogether!”
“Nope.”
“Maybe. Think about it. For the sake of theenvironment.”
“Nope. For the sake of my mental and emotional environment, nope. But you’re going to stay in my room, right?” I know the answer to this, but I say itanyway.
“I mean. Ostensibly. Sure. We’ll see what happens. You might not want me to…” She winks atme.
“Just stop…I mean, he’s probably datingsomeone.”
“Ah hah! You docare.”
“I don’t care, I’m just saying…has Sam saidanything?”
Maya smiles. “He mentioned that there was a pilates instructor that Scott was seeing for a while, but he got bored and endedit.”
“He got bored? That’s soobnoxious.”
“And before that he was seeing a musician who plays guitar in one of the bands that Sam producesfor.”
I’m starting to feel my skin get hot and prickly. “Let me guess. He got bored of hertoo?”
“Guessso.”
“Gross. He’s sogross.”
“Keep telling yourself that, babydoll.”
