Paige Harbison - Anything to Have You

“Ugh! I am so sorry, you guys, Mr. Andrews was nagging me for, like, ten minutes about how, for this essay, I need to ‘arrange my thoughts’ and ‘write an outline.’ Ugh. Okay, let’s get out of this soul-sucking hellhole.”

We climbed into Aiden’s Jeep. We rode with him whenever Brooke woke up early enough.

Brooke buckled her seat belt and turned to me. “Oh, did he give you that seasoning stuff?”

“Yeah, just now.” Okay, so she had known about it. That was less weird, then.

“I don’t know what it is, but every time his mom cooks, the food is amazing and it’s because of that stuff. So now you can cook me food whenever I want it and I don’t have to wait for his mom to let me come over.” She gave me a cheesy grin. “Oh, okay, so here’s our new mission, Aiden. We have to find Natalie a boyfriend.”

I leaned back against the headrest. “Brooke...”

“Oh, shush, I know better than you. I’m thinking she needs a hipster-type guy.”

“I told you, I don’t want some weird poser who wears nonprescription Ray-Bans. It’s really not my thing.”

“That shouldn’t be anybody’s thing,” said Aiden.

“Agreed.”

“No, guys,” Brooke said, “not the annoying kind of hipster who’s just catching on to the mainstream hipster thing, more someone who is a little off-kilter, but not to an annoying extent.”

“I already think he sounds lame.”

“Nat, be real, I’m not saying he needs to be exactly anything. I mean someone who is into the same things as you. You’re not going to date, like, a football player.” She gestured at Aiden. “I don’t see that being something you’re into. Or maybe you need someone who is your total opposite. I don’t know! It’s going to be fun to shop you around. Which is why—” she pulled out her phone and opened up Facebook “—we are going to this tomorrow night.”

I took the phone and looked at it. “Stupid Cupid Rager?”

“Yes. It’s at Alexa’s place, have you been there? Well, it’s huge and has a pool table and a movie theater, and is the best. We’re hoping to get snowed in there. It’s even better in summer because of the pool in the back, but whatever. It’ll be fun, anyway. She has a hot tub!”

“Snowed in?” I groaned. “That seems like it could be kind of a nightmare.”

“Yeah,” Aiden agreed. “There are more than a few people I would rather not be locked in a house with.”

“God, Mom and Dad, chill out. It’s going to be fun goddammit.”

Aiden’s eyes shifted to mine in the rearview. I stifled my grin.

“Point is,” Brooke went on, “there’ll be a ton of people there and it’s going to be awesome. Lots of guys. And Alexa used to go to Northwest, so I think we might not already know and be sick of them all. Bonus!”

“Does Natalie even want a boyfriend?”

“Aiden. Every girl secretly wants a boyfriend, no matter what they cop to. It’s how the world works.”

“Brooke, I’m not searching that desperately. I’m actually not even searching. You are. For me. Without being asked.”

“I know you’re not, you’re doing the opposite! You’re hiding! And what happens if you squander your youth and beauty by not even trying?” She glanced back at me again. “You’re always going to be pretty but you know what I’m trying to say.”

“I don’t see the point in wasting time or youth on some drunk LAX bro, either.”

“Then you haven’t met some of the LAX bros I know. What?” Aiden was giving her a look. She rolled her eyes and turned back to me. “He’s being jealous. So will you go?”

“I don’t know...”

“Come on! You promised!”

She gave me her best puppy-dog eyes. They didn’t work on me ordinarily, but I had promised. And I didn’t have any plans.

“Fine! Fine, if it’s that important to you, I’ll go.”

She squealed.

* * *

“GO TO THE party, Natalie.”

“But I don’t wanna.” I was bent over the back of the couch, a listless sack of un-fun. My father was in the kitchen making us egg salad sandwiches and trying to convince me to be a teenager.

“Brooke is right—there are certain things you have to do at your age. Even if it’s not fun, you’ll be with your best friend. And Aiden, you two are friends.”

“Yeah, I know. But Brooke tends to gets wasted and wander off, and then I’m left alone.”

“Tell her in the beginning of the night, say, ‘Brooke, I would really appreciate if you could make an effort—’”

“Dad, Dad, Dad,” I cut him off, pushing myself off the couch and holding up a hand. “Do you really see that being a real conversation? No, she’s going to do what she wants, and it would be incredibly loserish of me to have a conversation about sticking by my side.”

“Fair enough.” He cut my sandwich diagonally, and then cut his down the middle. “Then hang out with Aiden.”

He turned around and gave me a look.

“Shut up!” I said, covering my face with the neck of my hoodie.

“Aiden and Natalie, sittin’ in a tree...”

“Dad! He’s Brooke’s boyfriend, I don’t know why you’re so intent on me having a crush on him.”

“I’m not getting in your business. All I know is, my daughter is a big fan of his, and I like him.” He shrugged and brought over the sandwiches. “The guy watches football with me while you and Brooke shriek upstairs, doing your makeup and comparing split ends or whatever it is you do. Can’t help but like him.”

“Yep, you nailed it, Dad. ‘No, Brooke, my split ends are better than your split ends!’”

“I say go, be careful—” he handed me my plate “—don’t get housed or make mistakes, but have fun. Let Brooke force you to have a good time. Gotta admit, I see where she’s coming from. You do hang out with your dad too much. You’re, like, so uncool.”

I laughed and unpaused the episode of The Office we were watching. And resigned myself to attending the Stupid Cupid Rager. When even your dad tells you you’re a pitiful homebody, you really ought to get out of the house.

* * *

WE PARKED ON the street and made our way up to the house. It was already starting to snow. Brooke, Aiden and I left footprints in the white dust as we walked.

Inside, I saw exactly what I expected to see. A room full of wasted people shouting, guffawing, flirting and mostly trying to look hot.

“Yup,” I said to Brooke and Aiden. “Pretty much exactly how I remembered it.”

Aiden laughed, but Brooke punched me on the arm. “Give it a chance!”

Alexa, the good host, came over to greet us. “You guys! You got Natalie to come?” She extended her arms for a hug, her mouth agape.

“Alexa, hi!” I hugged her back and gave her a little pat on the shoulder. “Good to see you, thanks for having me.”

“Oh, anytime, girl. Well, any time my mom goes out of town.” She giggled. “Does this mean you’re going to finally hang out with us again?”

Brooke gave me a look that a mother might give a daughter who needs to say thank you.

“Yeah, definitely. Senior year and all that.” I smiled enthusiastically to try to make up for how lame I sounded. Brooke looked pleased, then turned from us and scurried away to talk to other people.

“Oh, I know, I’m so excited! But so sad, too. I’m going to miss everyone so much.” She shook her head. “May is getting closer and closer every day.”

There was a small drop in my stomach. I, too, was dreading the end of the year, but not for the same reasons a girl like Alexa was. While hers was more of a melancholy dread, mine was outright terror at the fact that I had no clear “next step.”

“Crazy!” She downed the rest of whatever was in her red cup and swayed a little. “Ohmigod, so you have to come take a shot with me right now.”