First boyfriend? Sabotage time.
Chapter One - Joy
I knew something was up as soon as Grace waltzed through the door, humming to herself, a goofy grin plastered across her face.
“Grace,” I said, muting the tv and looking at my big sister with concern. “Are you okay?”
“Hmm? Oh, yes I’m fine. More than fine actually,” Grace replied, plopping onto the couch beside me. She still had that stupid smile on her face and it unnerved me.
“You sure?” I studied my sister’s face suspiciously.
“Of course I’m sure! Now,” she diverted her attention to the tv. “What are you watching?”
I clicked the power button on the remote and the screen blacked out. “Nothing,” I crossed my arms. “Now spill.”
Grace sighed and placed her face in her hands. I waited. Finally she peeked at me through the cracks between her fingers. “Is it that obvious?”
“Yup,” I nodded and smiled at her impishly. “Now are you going to talk to me about it or what?”
Grace sighed again and then leaned against the arm rest, focusing her full attention on me. “I got asked out.”
“I said yes...”
“We’re going on a double date tomorrow night.”
I was quiet for a minute, mulling this information over in my head. “What’s his name?” I asked finally. Then I arched an eyebrow. “It is a he, right?”
Grace laughed. “Yes it’s a he. And his name’s Jaxon. Jaxon DeVille.”
“The tall blond guy from your drama and English lit. class?”
“That’s the one,” Grace smiled.
“How’d he ask you out? Was it romantic?” I teased, drawing out the last word.
“Kinda,” Grace admitted with a blush. “I’ve never really been asked out before.”
“You got asked out by Dan,” I reminded her.
“3-year-olds don’t count Joy,” she said drily.
I just shrugged. “Have you told Mum yet?
Grace grinned. “No, but she’s totally going to flip out.”
Grace was right. Mum did flip out - just not in the way you’re thinking. See, our mum, Debby Coleman, is a manager for a cosmetics store in the city and she’s in love with love. 6 boyfriends in the past year, divorced twice... Yeah, she’s not exactly the most relationally stable mum. I mean seriously, Grace has more maternal instincts than Mum did when she was five. Yep. That bad.
Anyways, when Grace told Mum that she was going on her first date, Mum was over the moon. She got all excited about what Grace would wear, which shade of eyeshadow she would choose, how she would initiate the kiss at the end of the night. You’d think it was Mum going on the date, not Grace.
Grace was great though. She was very firm, “I’m going to be wearing boots, skinny jeans and my favourite halter top. I will not be wearing any eyeshadow - I’m happy with foundation, mascara and lipgloss. And I won’t be initiating a kiss - that’s up to him. I don’t want to rush into anything Mum. I want to get this right.”
“Oh, you will dear,” Mum blabbered. “You’ll be fabulous! Us Coleman girls can’t mess up our dates - it’s simply not in our genetics. And you don’t need to worry about rushing into anything. After all, it’s taken you sixteen and a half years to get a date!”
After this, you might begin to think that my mum’s a mean, unequipped divorcee. And you’d be partially right. Mum is an unequipped-to-raise-children-on-her-own divorcee. But she’s not mean. She just genuinely doesn’t understand that some people don’t want to date the minute their hormones kick in.
That night, after our dinner/the amusing Mum fiasco, and everyone had gone to bed, I crept into Grace’s room.
“Grace,” I whispered, crawling underneath her bed covers and snuggling up to her. “This isn’t going to change anything between us, is it?”
“Mmm?” Grace mumbled, shifting her position so that I had more room. “What are you talking about?”
“Well, you’ve got a boyfriend now.” My lip quivered. “Does this mean you won’t be my best friend anymore?”
“Of course not Joy.”
“But does it mean we won’t spend as much time together?” I persisted.
“No Joy. We can still spend time together.”
“But... You have a boyfriend. Which means... I’ll have to share you.”
Grace smiled sleepily at me and pulled me closer to her. “And one day, I’ll have to share you too.”
I rested my head on her shoulder and blinked back tears. “Can’t things just stay the way they are?”
“Change is inevitable Joy,” Grace murmured into my hair.
“Yes, but you can delay change. We can delay change. Can’t we?” But my question fell on deaf ears, I soon realised, as Grace’s deep breathing filled the otherwise silent room.
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