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How to Steal Your Best Friend’s Fiancé

Emily

Hello, world. My name is Emily and I am your doormat. No surprise, really. They say the past makes your future. Or something. Mine’s a perfect recipe of missed chances—like the ones I missed with Liam. The first kiss in high school that never happened because police sirens. That moment of panic in college that made me practically throw my best friend at him.

Now he and Miranda are engaged. Of course I smiled at her ring. Of course I smiled my happiness for them. They’re perfect for each other. So, when Miranda’s too busy, I smile and agree to help Liam pick out flowers. Even though I just got publicly dumped by my own boyfriend, right when I thought it was time to pick out my own.

Liam

On paper, I’ve got everything I worked my butt off for. The career in patent law that may not be glamorous, but it feeds my need to help out the little guy. The fiancée who’s racing up the corporate law ladder faster than a speeding skateboard.

Emily remembers when a skateboard was my only mode of transportation. She’s the same old Emily, putting everyone else first. And when the perfect life I’d envisioned falls apart, Emily’s there just like a good friend should.

And that’s right about when everything hits the proverbial fan…

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“Are you drunk?” Emily asked.

“Em,” I said. “What the…”

I looked to my left and saw Miranda standing in the kitchen.

“Wow,” she said. “You’re really feeling it, huh?”

“Shit. Sorry about that. I didn’t know you had company.”

“I was getting ready to leave,” Emily said.

“We had a glass of wine,” Miranda said. “Just one. We don’t need to get plastered like you and your friends do.” Miranda hurried toward me. “What happened to your face?”

“Got into a fight,” I said.

“What?”

“Jackson picked a bar fight.”

“Of course he did,” Miranda said. “I hate that guy.”

“It’s fine,” I said. “I’m fine. We’re all fine. Right?”

I looked at Emily and smiled.

She inched her way away from Miranda and I.

“I can’t believe you, Liam,” Miranda said.

“Who cares? You used to love when I would get into bar fights, remember?”

“Here we go with this again,” she said. Her phone started to ring. “I have to take this call.” She looked at Emily. “Will you help him to the couch? And feel free to talk about the past with him. It’s all he keeps bugging me about.”

“Uh, sure,” Emily said.

Miranda ran across the apartment to the bedroom.

“There she goes,” I said. “On another call.”

“Liam, come here,” Emily said.

She touched my arm.

“I’m not as think as you drunk I am,” I said with a laugh.

“I don’t think that’s how the saying goes,” Emily said.

I stared at her as I walked.

The entire room was spinning but she wasn’t.

Damn, she’s as pretty as when we were teenagers, huh?

I looked down at my feet.

That thought needed to go away and stay gone forever.

Emily pulled me down to the couch and sat next to me.

I grabbed her hand.

“How are you, Em?” I asked.

“Em? You haven’t called me that in years.”

“I’m a little drunk.”

“I can see that.”

“So how are you?”

“I’m good.”

“Good? That’s not good. You never say good unless it’s bad.”

Emily pulled her hand from mine. “You should put your head down and get some sleep.”

“Hey. Want to talk about the past?”

“Not really, Liam.”

“Come on. It’s fun. We’re good, right?”

“Of course we’re good,” she said.

“So, who cares? I want to talk about… everything. Everything, Em. Hey, do you still sing?”

I leaned toward her.

She put her hands to my chest and eased me away.

“No, Liam. I don’t.”

“Why not?” I called out.

“The same reason you don’t skateboard,” she said. “Okay?”

“Fine,” I said. “I’m just… what’s wrong with talking about the past, right? It’s fun. It’s fun to do. We should do it. Let’s do it, Em. You and me.”

Emily laughed. “Wow. You are feeling it right now. Let me get you a blanket.”

She stood up.

I tried to stand and she snapped her finger at me.

I stayed on the couch and put my head back.

I shut my eyes.

Emily brought me a blanket and covered me.

“Thanks, babe,” I said.

“No problem, Liam,” she said. “It was good to kind of see you.”

“We should hang out. Just you and me. Okay?”

“Okay, Liam,” she said.

I kept my eyes shut and took deep breaths.

A few minutes later I heard the sound of Miranda’s voice.

Then Emily’s voice.

Miranda’s voice was like someone scratching a fork to a plate.

Emily’s was like the sound of a gentle rain.

Rain…

Thinking that sound made me feel like I had to piss.

I told myself not to piss my pants.

Not on the couch.

Not in front of Emily.

Miranda would be livid.

It was almost worth it.

But not in front of Emily.

Emily.

Em.

I drifted off to sleep with one more thought.

I kind of missed Emily.

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First electronic edition September 2020

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