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“Bout to head down to test my new twin fin.” A happy hum warmly escapes. “Best. Be my groom of Honor. Gift. Ever.”
After trying on dresses and being stood up by Wes, I spent that night searching for fun and weird ways to “pop the question” to them. I made sure to do something that fit them each separately before getting us all together for pizza, laughs, and very, very light wedding talk.
Like we talked more about government conspiracies than we did about my pending nuptials.
“Need something?” Calen quickly investigates. “Your voice has that weird rasp to it.”
“What rasp?”
“The same one you always get when you’ve got chick feelings you don’t wanna cope with.”
“That’s not…a thing.”
“It is.”
“Isn’t.”
“Is.”
“Isn’t.”
“Yeah, dude, it’s like you’re trying not to cry, even though you could cry, but you don’t wanna cry, because you hate people knowing you’re capable of crying. Kind of like the way great whites can spy hop like fucking orcas but would rather get eaten alive inside out by a parasite than admit to it.”
“The accuracy of that comparison is horrifying.”
“You’re welcome.”
Laughter passes between us yet again dissipating additional grief.
Clearing the air.
Reminding me that regardless of how alone I feel in this very moment, I’m not.
I’m very far from it.
That I’ll always be far from it with friends like him around.
“So,” Calen casually proceeds, “what do you need, Bryn? A toothbrush? A kidney? An alibi?”
“A best friend?”
“You’ve got that.”
“Any chance that best friend could postpone surfing for a little bit and be here with me at the doctor?”
“You’re alone at the fucking lady doctor?!”
Reluctance rears its ugly head. “Yeah.”
“Where the fuck is Mega Millions?”
“Billions.”
“Worse.”
“Better.”
“Bryn.”
