Seth and Emily sat together on a log that lay across the hill. “So,” Seth started, “what did you want to talk about?”
Emily timidly placed her hand on his knee. “Why do you want to date her?” she asked.
A chipmunk ran by momentarily interrupting their concentration. “I don’t know Em, it’s mostly to distract myself from you,” he said looking to the crisp fall leaves.
She looked at her hand that was comfortably resting on his knee like it was meant to be there. That was the problem. She was too comfortable aroud him. “I have a boyfriend,” Emily said, refusing to meet his eyes. Her head was already planning what was coming. the nerves made her stomach twist.
The sigh that escaped his lips hung over them, not being commented on. She knew she was hurting him. Eventually he spoke up. “Let’s walk up the hill,” he suggested.
Emily agreed by a nod of her head and followed him up. The way that this conversation had been going was better than she had expected, but it still hurt. Seth had been her best friend for years, and he always had loved her, she knew that. Just now when she was already in a strong relationship and he was getting into one, she realized her own feelings for him. It hurt her too.
There was a slight awkward silence between them when they finally sat down. It was a decision she would make. “Hey Seth? Can we try not to have so many secrets between us?” Emily asked with as much strength as she could possibly find.
He smiled and nodded. “Of course and to start things of, I’m going to ask Rebecca out next week.”
A strong wave of jealousy suddenly hit Emily burying somewhere in the pit of her stomach. She couldn’t believe it. He wasn't waiting for her.
“Hey you know I’ve always kind of wanted to do something,” she admitted looking down at the floor. She knew this was wrong, but it wasn’t stopping her.
Seth looked up suddenly. “Yeah?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. She looked as deep as she could into his eyes. Everything was swirling around in her mind: confusion, jealously, and a hint of something she didn’t want to admit to.
Emily covered her eyes in embarrassment. “I can’t see you!” he sang. She put her hands down again.
Her eyes found his and he laughed. “I’m not giving up, you have to tell me!”
She walked over to the rocks and sat down. “You’re so stupid,” She told him.
There was a sigh and then he came over. “What did I do?” he asked softly.
She tried to swallow her nervousness. “It’s what you haven’t done,” she told him before standing back up and walking to the picnic table.
He walked in between her and the picnic table and she covered her eyes again. “So what is it?” he asked.
Emily shook her head as millions of shivers hit her. She could feel him leaning to her, softly talking. She wasn’t sure if she was going to puke. Seth’s nose touched hers. “You sure?” he asked, his breath lightly tickling her skin. She shook her head, lying but not being able to do anything else and took her hands off her eyes. They quickly made eye contact and then kissed.
A thousand emotions racked Emily’s stomach; guilt for her boyfriend, for Seth, but the emotion that was the highest was that this was almost right.
Almost, but not quite enough.