My head is killing me and I feel nauseous. From the looks of it Eve’s not doing much better. The morning, or rather afternoon, light hurts my eyes. Eve and I laze around all day, just focusing on recovering from our night out. By dinner time we’re feeling a bit better, but as we try to eat we swear to each other that we’ll never drink again, well knowing we probably will. We always swear we won’t drink again after a night out, but when enough time passes you’ll find us back at the clubs. 

I’m lying on Eve’s bed and she’s sitting on the floor in front of her floor length mirror applying a face mask. We’re talking about the night before. 

“You were totally out of it Eve, I thought you said you wouldn’t do drugs anymore”, I complain.

“Yeah, sorry, I just got carried away yesterday, you know ‘cause I was so sad about Irene”, she tries to explain it away, “I won’t do it again, I promise”. 

“You swear?”, I ask. Eve doesn’t have a drug problem, I don’t think, but she does have a bad habit of getting high when she’s out clubbing. 

“Yes, Audrey, I swear”, Eve rolls her eyes, but I know she knows I’m just trying to look out for her. 

“So, did you have fun dancing? Find any hot guys?”, Eve changes the subject and looks at me only to find that I don’t look too excited about the topic. 

“What? No hot guys? But you love hot guys?”, Eve looks at me, now a bit worried. 

I take a deep breath and decide it’s time to come clean about Wyatt. I mean, if I can’t confide in my best friend about this, who can I tell? So, I decide to just tell her about my concerns, maybe she’ll be able to make sense of it for me. I tell Eve everything about Wyatt and me; how we met at the beach and how his dimples make him look cute, about how attractive his competence is and how my pulse speeds up when our fingers touch. I tell her how I can’t get him out of my mind and how last night I wished I was dancing with him and not with all those random guys at the club. 

“But, he’s also like too nice, like he lets people walk all over him, which is so annoying”, I’m ranting passionately by the end, “Like how can someone so smart be so stupid? You know?”. Eve just looks at me and it’s clear she’s trying to keep it together, but a smile is creeping up on her face. 

“What?”, I say. 

“Nothing. Just sounds like you really like him, this Wyatt guy.”, Eve says, now grinning, she squeals, “So exciting! You like him! I’ve never seen you care so much about a guy before”. 

Huh. Like him? It seems like I do. My first instinct is to deny it, but deep down I know Eve’s right. 

“So, what do I do?”, I ask quietly, I’m feeling lost. 

“You’re not denying it? Oh my gosh, I don’t know, um, date him?”, Eve suggests, like it’s obvious and easy. “You like him and he must like you, so just date each other!”. 

“What about what people will say? I don’t think I want that judgment, like I would probably be fine, but people will be really mean to him…”, I trail off.

“Oh, yeah, right…so date in secret? And see if it leads anywhere and if it does, you’ll be open about it or reevaluate things then”, Eve says nonchalantly.

Why didn’t I think of that? It’s so obvious. It really is hard to solve my own problems, as I suspected; it was a good idea to consult Eve because she can point out the obvious answers that were eluding me. 

The rest of the weekend is spent shopping and relaxing with Eve. We’re both in a better mood, me because I now know what to do about Wyatt, and Eve because Irene called and they made up. They’re back together and I’m about to get together with Wyatt. Things are good. This weekend was a success. I feel so much better about everything as I fly back home. Now I just need to talk to Wyatt about it…