I’m walking from my last class of the day through campus, there’s a nice breeze and it’s not too cold. The weather is really good, but it’s almost ruined by how much I’ve talked about it today. Everyone brings up how amazing the weather is today during small talk and there’s only so many times I can agree before it starts getting old. What am I, a meteorologist? The way I’ve discussed the weather today sure makes me feel like one at this point. Ugh.
I kind of wish I could have a real conversation with someone. I’m really good at small talk, don’t get me wrong, but I feel like I should get together with my friends soon, so that I can talk about something more substantial than the freaking weather. Speaking of my friends, I haven’t spent much time with them lately, I think I’ve spent more time with Wyatt than with my actual friends since the semester started. I, of course, meet Becca and Camilla during class, but they're not my real friends.
I decide to text Evelyn, she’s my oldest and closest friend, we’ve gone to the same private school and are family friends as well, since her family and mine hang out in the same social circles. She goes to a different university though so we haven’t been hanging out as much as before, we text each other all the time though. Maybe I could persuade my dad to let me use our private jet to go see her over the weekend, I know he said no unnecessary trips during his political campaign since it would seem wasteful to voters, but seeing Eve can hardly count as ‘unnecessary’, can it?
As I’m walking and texting, I’m not looking where I’m going and so I walk straight into someone.
“Sorry”, I say and look up, “didn’t see you there, oh -”.
It’s Wyatt. He turns to me and smiles, flashing those dimples.
“Oh, no problem, I shouldn’t have been in your way, sorry”, Wyatt says apologetically.
I get ready for more small talk about the weather, but to my surprise our conversation flows on so well I completely forget about my text conversation with Eve, private jets or the weather. We walk in the same direction across campus and I find myself smiling at him as he talks about something he’s passionate about. I notice how his eyes light up as he explains about the things he’s interested in and he gestures wildly with his hands. Wyatt looks so cute. His brightness is mesmerizing. I can’t look away.
Wait. What? What am I thinking? If someone saw how I just looked at him or knew what I just thought… that would be… embarrassing? Awful? Wouldn’t it? It would, I decide. I’m definitely not into Wyatt. I’m just not. Nope. Not my type. But he kind of is though…ugh. What do I do?
I hope no one saw us walk together, I think as I get home. Whatever, what can they say about it even if they did? It’s not like we were holding hands or doing some other form of PDA. I’m not even dating him, so… that’s that. I text Eve back, giving some lame excuse about getting stuck in some small talk with an acquaintance on campus. I don’t usually lie to Eve, which is why it feels wrong not to tell her about Wyatt, but I can’t quite bring myself to mention him for some reason.
I manage to forget all about Wyatt and my worries about being seen together with him as I chat with Eve for the rest of the night. We’ve both been quite busy, so it feels nice to talk for hours on end about anything and everything (except Wyatt), instead of only exchanging quick updates like usual. Eve convinces me to ask my dad about the private jet when he gets off work, best would be to do it in person, she says, but since he gets off work really late and I don’t live at home anymore, we both decide it’s for the best if I call instead. I basically don’t see him or my mom, unless they drag me volunteering- which happens every few weeks.
I think he should have gotten home by now, so I decide to just call and hope for the best. I know if I don’t call now, there’s no way I’ll get a hold of him, since he’s so busy. He picks up.
“Hello Audrey, what do you need?”, he answers the phone.
“No ‘how are you doing my lovely daughter’?”, I reply, a bit annoyed, he could at least pretend to have some manners.
“Well, you don’t really call me unless you need something”, he says, “but how are you? Doing well?”.
“Yes, I’m doing well, just miss Eve, you know”, I try to ease into asking about the plane, ignoring how he’s right about me never calling him unless I need something. It goes both ways, though, he never calls me either.
“How are you and mom doing?”, I ask.
We small talk for a bit, until he asks why I really called. I rush into a monologue about how much I miss Eve and how it’s been a long time since I met her and her family. I even make up how much her parents have been wanting to see me. Eve’s parents really do adore me, but they haven’t said anything about me visiting. Eventually I end it with asking about borrowing the jet. He’s not too happy about it, but seems too tired to fight me on it. I think me playing up how sad I am also helped, because he says it’s fine as long as I don’t post any pictures. Not quite sure how I’ll be able to use a private jet discreetly, but I promise him that I won’t post any selfies with #privatejet under them.