Page 80 of Harper's Holiday Romance
“It is indeed; this has cracked our theory wide open.” Sarah looked at me.
“I am so confused. What the hell you two are talking about?” I looked between them and their stupid grins.
“You’re in love,” Sarah said.
“I am not!”
“I think you might be a little bit in love,” Billie agreed.
“I am not in love! That’s absurd.”
Did Julia make me feel on top of the world? Yes.
Did I crave her like I craved my favourite food? Yes.
Did she consume my every thought? Yes.
Regardless of the above signs, it could never work.
“Okay, maybe you’re notin love, but you’re like falling into a sort of kind of love,” Sarah reworded.
“That sounds complicated.” Billie grabbed my hand. “What you need to ask yourself is, does it feel right?”
That was a fully loaded, eight-sided question with more potential answers than my brain could process.
“How am I supposed to know that?”
The feelings swirling around my body changed daily. Hourly, they went from intense to subdued, from chaotic to calm, from unrealistic to foolishly plausible. I had no idea how to make sense of it.
“You just know. Does it feel right? It’s a simple question. Don’t let your brain overcomplicate it. We know you, and we know you’re calculating finances, genetics, what your children would look like, how married life would treat you, where you’d live, and where you’d vacation. Is there room in your new house for us to move in?” Billie winked at Sarah. “The last question in particular is extremely important and should be at the top of that list, but I didn’t want to be too pushy so early and jinx anything.”
Wow. It wasn’t a simple question.
A simple question would be,Shall we go to lunch today?
How do you feel about a girl you met just over a week ago, initially hated, ended up liking, proceeded to spend three wonderful days with culminating in a desire filled twenty-four hours of passion? It was not a simple question. Is that a person you could see a future with? That’s what they were asking; does it feel right? Can you see a future? It was the same thing.
It was the least simple question I’d ever been presented with. It was more complicated than my GCSE maths exam where I was forced to give the reason why two triangles were congruent. I still had no idea, and like much of my GCSE maths exam I stuck to my strategy of circling the answers in this order,A,B,A,C,A,A,C, and repeat. Don’t ask me why; a guy told me it would work 90 per cent of the time, and I did only just fail as opposed to failing miserably.
“Jesus, how am I supposed to look at this rationally when you two are already planning your move into my hypothetical American home.”
“Woah, I don’t know about moving to America.” Billie reached for her phone. “I’d have to think aboutthat, like what’s the crime rate like in Long Island? Can I easily get a job?” She started typing something into her phone. My mouth was hanging wide open at their insane leap forwards.
“Yeah, I mean, that’s a big decision. We’re going to have to think about it. We have jobs in England and friends. Technically us three are the only friends we need, but there’s family. Technically, I don’t like a great deal of my family, so that wouldn’t be too much of an issue,” Sarah was deadly serious.
“Nobody’s moving to America!” I yelled. “This whole thing is crazy. I barely know her.”
“I don’t think that really matters in today’s world. There are reality TV shows where people get married after speaking through a wall for three days,” Billie confirmed. She had a point.Love is Blindwas legendary.
“What the hell are you Googling?” I asked.
Billie snapped her head up. “Nothing.”
“Seriously. Tell me.”
Billie turned her phone to show me her search: How easy is it to move to America?.
“I’m asking for a friend.”
