Page 20 of Switchin' Lanes
“What do you think?” Marley holds up her can of Malibu and pineapple juice with a grin.
“I take that as a yes.” Sketch laughs.
“Are you manning the grill today,” Marley asks Sketch.
“No, Shade is in charge of it today,” he tells her.
I glance around the yard, trying to find Diesel. Instead, I find Hollywood. He’s walking inside, so I decide to follow him. Hoping I’ll be able to get him to talk to me. Once inside, I find him sitting on the couch, alone. I walk over and sit opposite him.
“Hi,” I say.
“Hi.”
He’s not moving to get away from me so I’ll take that as a win.
“Can we talk,” I ask, hopeful.
“Go ahead,” he says.
My heart rate picks up. “I know you need time, but you need to know how I feel.”
“Why does it matter? You’re with Diesel.”
“Would you believe it if I told you my feelings for you are as strong as my feelings for him,” I ask.
His face twists in confusion.
“Since you’ve been distancing yourself from us, I’ve felt like a piece of me is missing. That piece is you, Hollywood. I miss you,” I tell him.
He doesn’t respond but I can see the wheels turning in his head. When I think he’s going to respond, he shakes his head, stands, and walks away, leaving me sitting alone and hurt.
