Rebel Hearts: Outside The Lines Part 2

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I laugh. "Not just a bit. They are a lot. I worked a graphic design job for two whole weeks and was given photos to manipulate the h.e.l.l out of. I felt evil to all womankind for doing that, hence the quitting. And it didn't pay well. At all."

Danielle just nods. "Well, whatever. I still want to look good."

This isn't going so well. "I'm sure you will. You're really pretty. And Jake has always been super picky. So knowing he chose you means he thinks you're really pretty too."

"Thanks." She smiles. "So, you program software, right?"

"I used to. I took a new job in Grand Rapids like half a year ago. I build websites."



She nods. "I'm so bad with computers. I can use Word and log onto Facebook and that's pretty much it. I couldn't even think about making a website."

"It's really easy," I say. "Well, for me. But I like that stuff."

"It sounds complicated to me. Sometimes I have to have my students help me hook up my printer."

I laugh. "It surprises me how difficult it is for some people. But I guess that's normal, ya know? It's my thing. I like taking s.h.i.+t apart and adding new gadgets to my electronics at home."

"Makes sense. Why'd you change jobs?"

I shrug. "The new job pays twice as much and it was a chance to get out of this town for a while."

"Hmmm," she says and messes with her hair, which managed to stay stick straight and smooth despite the weather. "I have too many friends to leave here."

I know a backhanded insult when I hear one. "I stay in touch with mine."

"The bakery is owned by your best friend, right?"

"Yep, Erin. She's great."

Danielle smiles again. "I was impressed with everything she showed me."

"Yeah, Erin is super talented. She's been into baking since we were kids. That's how we met, actually. We were paired together in seventh grade Home Economics cla.s.s."

"You guys have been friends for a long time."

"Yeah. She likes the same stuff I do." I drum my fingers on the steering wheel. A few more minutes tick by.

"So, uh, what do you like to do for fun?" I ask, trying to keep a conversation going.

"I work out and have the girls over for wine night at least once a week."

"Wine night sounds fun." I like wine, and I like the night. "You guys just sit around and drink?"

"Kind of," she says and laughs like it's something super naughty. "We take turns bringing a bottle and some sort of dessert. We watch a show, like Keeping up with the Kardas.h.i.+ans or The Bachelor, and drink and gossip. It's a lot of fun. If you lived closer, I'd invite you," she says with a smile and I know-and hope-she's lying through her teeth.

A few minutes pa.s.s, and I try not to let the silence turn awkward and bother me. I tap my fingers on the steering wheel in tempo with the music. Danielle makes small talk the rest of the way, and the fifteen-minute drive to the restaurant seems to take twice as long. If this girl wasn't marrying my brother, I'd never talk to her. We have nothing in common.

We get to the restaurant at 6:23 and hurry through the rain. Five well-dressed women are already seated. I guess they had more than ten minutes notice of this event. Supposedly I did too, and really, I probably did. I'm s.p.a.cey like that.

"Sorry we're late," Danielle says and I can see her side-eye me, letting her friends know it's my fault.

I slide into a chair, glad there is already a gla.s.s of red wine in each spot. I don't consider getting somewhere seven minutes before a reservation "late."

"Hi," I say. "I'm Jake's sister."

The women murmur "h.e.l.lo" and go through introductions. I sip the wine and nod along, trying to remember everyone's names. I'm not really a shy person, but sitting here with a group of girls who've been friends for years makes me retreat inside myself a bit. My cheese ravioli is good, and I get out my phone and Google costume ideas when the conversation turns to sharing s.e.x stories. I have no recent s.e.x stories to share, unless my adventures with the neon-pink Silent Knight count.

"What about you?" a pretty blonde asks. Her name is Chloe. Or Zoey. h.e.l.l if I know. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Not at the moment," I respond.

"Oh, well, never mind then." She doesn't look surprised by my response.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I ask.

"I just got rid of mine," she huffs. "Total pain in the a.s.s and so clingy. I want to date casually for a while, ya know, just for fun. You're only young once!"

I smile and go back to looking up costumes on my phone. This is going to be a long night.

Since my parents have the worst internet connection in the whole wide world, I ended up going to bed early and waking at eight, which is early to me when I don't have to be at work. I eat breakfast with Dad then go for a walk on the sandy path from their house to the lake. The rain has gone and so have the clouds. The morning still holds a chill, but as I look at the dawn light reflecting off the choppy water, I know it's going to be a good day.

The sound of the small waves cras.h.i.+ng against the rocky sh.o.r.e soothes me, and takes me back at the same time. I spent more hours than I can count out here as a child, sitting on the dock, playing in the woods and water, pretending, imagining, fantasizing that my life was grand and adventurous and I was someone else, someone important destined with a world-saving task.

Losing myself in fiction and fantasy was my escape then, and it is now. There were many, many times when Mom and Dad sent Jake down to the water's edge to check on me, making sure I hadn't fallen asleep and rolled off the dock into the water. That happens once and no one forgets about it. I'd be down here with a book, and often times Erin was with me doing the same. Jake teased us a great bunch, though he ended up joining in on our reenactments a few times.

That led me to the world of Cosplay and finding solace in fandoms, in knowing there were other people like me who longed for more, for adventure, for feeling like more than a tiny ant on this planet we call earth.

Not everyone gets it, especially hormonal teenagers who were still trying to figure their own s.h.i.+t out. Erin and I weren't the only geeks at our high school, but we were one of the few, battling between being ourselves and being what was expected. I had my moments of "f.u.c.k societal norms" that quickly pa.s.sed, and it wasn't until I was in college that it really stuck.

I'm not and never will be that girl. I tried and hated it, then hated myself for wasting the time and energy for trying. Fitting in didn't make me happy. Pretending to be someone I'm not makes me feel dirty, like I'm cheating on myself with Fake Felicity. Embracing my weirdness makes me happy.

I walk to the end of the dock and sit down, taking off my Toms and letting my toes dangle along the surface of Lake Michigan. I lean back on my elbows and let out a breath as the sun hits my face.

If I'm so happy, then why am I feeling a ball of dread in the pit of my stomach? It's deep, and I don't want to acknowledge it. I lay back on the dock and rest my hands on my stomach. My mind goes to my happy place, filling the day with something grand, something that makes me special, and something that'll never happen.

I shake my head, knowing I can't cover up this feeling forever, and at some point I need to come to terms with the fact that me-the older sister-is still as single as an individually wrapped slice of American cheese with no prospects in sight. And yeah, it does bother me. I'm not in a rush to get married, but I want someone.

Someone who loves me and all my flaws. Someone who can't live a day of their life without me. Someone I can give myself to completely and love as much as I can.

Someday, I'll find that someone.

CHAPTER THREE.

I unroll the last curler from my hair and carefully pull it apart with my fingers before blasting it with hairspray. After adding another coat of mascara, I scrutinize my reflection for a minute before nodding at it with approval. I don't wear a full face of makeup very often because it takes too long and I'd rather sleep than get up an hour earlier for work.

But I like it, and it surprises a lot of people to know that I am good at doing makeup. I picked up a lot of tips from doing Cosplay makeup. Putting all my gear back in a travel bag, I pad into my bedroom to get dressed. I pull on the white and blue polka dot dress, so thankful the slightly padded top is supportive enough to go sans strapless bra. Pet.i.te, slender Erin never understood my woe when it came to strapless bras. Those suckers never stay up.

Dressed and ready with half an hour before we have to leave to set up for the shower, I grab the Best Buy bag from my dresser and go downstairs.

"What are you doing?" Jake asks me when I kneel down by the TV stand in the family room.

"Hooking up HD cables. I don't know how Mom and Dad live, watching everything in standard def."

He rolls his eyes. "You're such a nerd."

I make a face right back. "You had me help you pick out a new TV and rewire everything last year. You know it makes a difference. This has nothing to do with being a nerd. I'm just helping Mom and Dad keep up with the times. They probably don't even know the difference between SD and HD." I turn off the TV, ignoring Jake's protests that he was watching some motorcycle show, and get to work, muttering to myself that getting Mom and Dad to upgrade their cable will be a whole other feat.

I'm just about done and getting everything put back into place when Danielle comes through the door. Her hair falls in soft curls around her face, and she's wearing a pale pink dress and tall white heels. I catch the smile and faraway look in Jake's eyes when he sees her and resist the urge to throw up in my mouth. It's weird seeing my kid brother so in love.

I stand and smooth out my dress. Danielle's eyes land on me, and her brow furrows.

"Oh, Felicity," she says, blinking. She holds onto the banister and pauses when she steps off the last stair. "I didn't recognize you."

"Hopefully that's good?" I inquire.

Jake laughs. "You clean up well, sis."

"Thanks."

He gets off the couch and goes to Danielle, linking his arm through hers. "I loaded everything in the car. I'll come with to help you carry it, but I don't need to be there, right?"

Danielle's eyes widen as she looks up at Jake. Even in heels, she's a good few inches shorter than him. "I'd really like you to be there, but you don't have to. Most guys don't go to the shower."

"Well," he says and leans down to kiss her. "I'm not most guys, am I?"

Her full lips pull into a smile. "That's why I said yes."

They kiss again and the vomit I was holding back threatens to come up again. I turn to get my purse. Mom, who's still frantically getting ready, calls to me, making sure I'm ready. The house is pure chaos for the next ten minutes with people bustling about, checking the cars for all the supplies, a temporary freak out when the caterer calls and says one of the cooks is sick and they might be running late, and Danielle chipping her "chip-proof" nail polish.

Maybe I don't want to get married anytime soon. All this seems like too much work for just one day, and f.u.c.k, it's not even the wedding.

Finally, we load into the cars and drive half an hour to the country club, pulling around to the back to unload everything. The shower is starting with a c.o.c.ktail and appetizer hour in the garden, before moving inside for games, lunch, then finally opening presents and cake.

Are all showers this fancy? I'd only been to a few, and they were for my cousins who came from families as laid back as my own. They were Mom's sisters' kids, after all. The wedding planner is already here, and greets Danielle like they're longtime girlfriends. The other bridesmaids arrive within minutes, and soon we're all gathered around the wedding planner so she can a.s.sign us "tasks."

Along with two other bridesmaids who I met at dinner last night,-Mich.e.l.le and Chloe or Zoey or whatever- my job is to carry the vases of fresh-cut flowers from the car and put them on the high-top tables in the garden. We each take a cardboard box and go through the well-maintained courtyard.

"Don't blink," I say when we pa.s.s a statue of an angel, her head turned down and covered by her hands.

"What?" Zoey says, looking behind her to see me. There is something familiar about her blonde hair and heart-shaped face, but I can't recall ever meeting her. Still, I swear I've seen her around before. I probably have, actually. Mistwood isn't that big of a city.

I motion to the angel statue. "Weeping ... you know what, never mind."

"Uh, okay," she says and keeps walking. I shake my head. Remember who you're with. We set up in silence. Half an hour later, things are in place and I'm wondering if they will let us have a few early appetizers.

I sit in the shade and pull out my phone. Erin is on her way with the cake, and the party starts in an hour. It's going to be a long day.

"Thanks for helping," Jake says and takes a seat across from me.

"Of course," I say, smiling. "You're my baby bro. I'd do anything to help you, you know that."

"I do. And you have," he says quietly, referring to the times I bailed him out of trouble when he was in college and never told Mom or Dad. Or maybe it was the time I paid his acc.u.mulated parking tickets, or helped him beat a level in a video game. Whatever it was, he's grateful.

He looks across the courtyard at Danielle, who's throwing a mini-fit about the mimosa bar not being how she wanted it.

"She's a bit of a diva," he blurts, then looks embarra.s.sed to have admitted that out loud.

"Just a bit," I say and nudge his foot under the table. "But so are you. You were always the high-maintenance sibling."

"That is so far from the truth."

I laugh. "No, that's how it is in my mind. Diva or not, Danielle seems great."

"She is. I wish you got to know her more. Maybe you guys could go out or something. Have some sister-in-law bonding time."

I have to work to keep my face neutral. "Yeah, maybe. That'd be fun." I push my hair over my shoulder. "Is she always like this or is the diva-ness an offshoot from being a bridezilla?"

Jake laughs. "Bridezilla. She likes things to go as planned." He shrugs. "It's her day. You know I don't care about weddings and whatnot. But I want to give her this, make her happy, ya know?"

"Don't make me cry," I say with a smile. Really, though, I'm so proud of Jake for growing up and changing from pain-in-the-a.s.s younger brother to a man. Someone walks over to the mimosa bar and begins setting up. "Oh, booze!" I say, perking up. "Can the husband-to-be score me a mimosa, hold the OJ?"

"You just want a gla.s.s of champagne?"

"I do. You know I don't like orange juice."

He puts his hands on the table to stand. "I'll see what I can do. Then I'm going in to sit at the bar and watch some ESPN until it's time to open presents." He makes a face and rolls his eyes.

"Lucky," I say, even though sports aren't my thing. "I'll be here, uh, sitting and having fun."

He smiles and shakes his head. "Be a good sport."

"I think I am."

Jake goes over to the little bar, talks to the lady behind it, turns to me and shakes his head. Dammit. I lean back in the chair and look around the garden. Other than the creepy statue, everything is perfect. Flowers in full bloom outline the stone patio, and little crystal ornaments glisten in the sunlight on the surrounding trees. It looks like something out of a fairytale, and I kind of love it.

Weddings are all about coming together and celebrating love. They should make me happy, right? I let out a sigh. So why do they make me feel so lonely?

I get up and ask Danielle if there's anything else she needs me to do-there isn't-and then wander around until Erin gets here. I help her carry in the surprisingly heavy cake and set it on the table at the front of the banquet room. The event planner swoops in and puts decorations and candles on the table, giving it the "finis.h.i.+ng touches" that it requires.

Erin and I sit in the back, chatting and watching everyone buzz about. Soon, family and friends filter in and the party gets started. I come back to my table with a plate full of appetizers and another mimosa, sitting next to Erin and across from my grandma and a few cousins.

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