Heartbreak

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Maggie

People say heartbreak comes in many forms. My heartbreak came at the expense of humiliation. If someone doesn't like a person, let them down gently. Don't humiliate them to the point of no return. It's so not cool.

My friends tried calling me. I refused to answer their calls. The brothers tried to talk to me, but I refused to speak to them. I didn't need to feel any worse than I did.

Someone tapped on my door.

"Go away, Nash!"

"It's not Nash, sweetie. It's Pat. Can I come in?"

I sighed and answered the door. Pat stood in my doorway, waving her hand to her side. Her head turned to the side as I stared at her. Then she gave me an innocent smile.

"Let me guess. The brothers put you up to this."

"I don't know what you mean."

Liar.

"Fine. Come in. Only you, not the boys."

I heard a collective aww.

She walked into my bedroom. I closed the door, sat down on my bed, and grabbed a pillow while hugging it.

She took a seat next to me. "Maggie, please talk to me."

"What do you want to say, Pat? I liked a guy for four years, and he detests me. Or that he humiliated me last night. Take your pick."

"Maggie, the boy you liked wasn't the boy for you."

"Why does everyone keep saying that?"

"Because we see things that you don't. Think about it. We ignore the terrible traits when we like someone, focusing on the good. Sometimes, we focus on those things and ignore what is right in front of us."

"What do you mean?"

"Nate and I didn't always get along. We hated each other at one point."

"But you guys are the perfect couple."

"Well, we didn't start that way. We were neighbors, and he has two brothers. Nate is the oldest of seven years. I grew up with one older brother and his friends. So, I dealt with more testosterone than estrogen."

"I didn't know that."

"Yep, Nate and his brothers used to pick on me as big brothers would do to their little sisters. I hated them." She spoke in a throaty tone.

I laughed at her exasperation.

"But then, one day, it changed."

"What happened?"

"Well, I liked this boy. I thought he was my dream guy and tried to talk to him. It didn't go well. He degraded Nate and his brothers, with me taking exception. Our interaction got heated, and I ended up on the receiving end. Well, Nate found out. When Nate and his brothers got done, the guy regretted his decision."

"He didn't?"

She nodded. "Oh, he did. Nate gave him a free nose job several times. We talked, getting to know each other. After I turned eighteen, he asked me out. He wanted to wait so that it wasn't weird. It scared him."

"It didn't scare me!" A voice said through the door.

"Oh, hush!"

"Well, woman! If you tell a story, then tell it right!"

"I am! Now pipe down!"

They made me laugh.

Then Nixon said, "Hey. Ask them if they want ice cream."

"Isn't it the wrong season for ice cream?" Noah asked.

"It's never the wrong time for ice cream. You give girls chocolate when it's that time of the month and ice cream when they're upset," Nathan said.

"Who told you that?" Nash asked.

"Well, that's what Dad does for Ma," Nathan said.

"He has a point," Nixon said.

Nate sighed. "How about if we get some ice cream?"

"Do they think ice cream will cure a broken heart?" I asked Pat.

"It might not cure it, but it'll help."

"Can we get chocolate sprinkles and whipped cream?"

"We can get whatever you want, sweetheart!" Nate said.

"Fine." I grabbed my sneakers and put them on. Ice cream isn't the answer, but it's a start.

We got up from my bed. Nate and the brothers were smiling. I rolled my eyes, walking past them. There goes my wallowing in my self-imposed misery.

*****

After we got our ice cream, we sat at a couple of tables. When Pat pushed Nash to sit with me, I sat, enjoying my ice cream. He sighed and walked over, taking a seat across from me.

"What?" I took a spoonful of vanilla ice cream, shoving it into my mouth.

"Nothing." He shrugged.

"Why are you looking at me that way?" I arched an eyebrow.

"You have whipped cream right there." He pointed at my face.

"Where?" I checked my face.

"Right here." He took whipped cream from his sundae and touched my nose with it. He smiled as I glared at him.

"Well, you have whipped cream on yours." I grabbed whipped cream and rubbed my hand over his face. His family stopped and watched us.

"You need some chocolate sauce to go with that." He flung chocolate syrup at me.

"Well, you can't have a sundae without the ice cream." I picked up my treat, smashing it into Nash's face. Then we caked each other with our ice cream while I squealed. When we finished, we started laughing.

"Come on, giggles and chuckles. You both need showers." Nate ushered us to one car. We laughed at each other, cracking jokes in the vehicle.

*****

Nixon

"Is there a reason you did that?" I asked Ma.

"Nix, we need a push to realize who is right for us."

"Says who?"

"I say. Trust me. I know what's best." She smirked while walking away and getting into another car.

"What happened?" Nathan asked me.

"Ma happened."

"Well, damn."

"Does this mean we have to help her?" Noah asked.

"What do you think? It's Ma."

"So, I can't steal Maggie's bras anymore?" Nolan asked.

"Not if you want Nash to kill you," Nixon said.

"Bummer." Nolan shrugged.

"Boys! Hurry! Damn. You four are slow as molasses!" Ma said from the car window.

"Yes, Ma," we said.

*****

Maggie

Once we got to the house, Nash and I showered. I needed to get the stickiness off me — that damn Nash. He started it. If anyone has ever had whipped cream dry on them, it's like rubber cement, trying to get it out of your hair. I got it out of my hair and cleaned the sundae's sticky residue off me, then got out of the shower.

I dried off and put on dry, clean clothes, then brushed my hair. This shower is what I needed. I walked out of the bathroom, and Nash came out of his bedroom.

"All clean?"

"Yep, although I don't want to wash the whipped cream off me again."

"Well, I got ice cream where you shouldn't have it."

I laughed.

"I take it you're doing better."

"A little. Having your heart crushed by your crush isn't fun, but I'll survive."

"He's a tool. From what Nix said, he won't feel or look too hot in school tomorrow."

I snickered. As we walked downstairs, I asked, "Is it terrible that I'm glad your brothers rearranged Bryson's face?"

"Nope."

I laughed even more. It's funny. The Gray brothers and I never got along. Now, I have a newfound respect for them. It was the start of a beautiful friendship.


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