Fessing Up

The phone rang and rang. Meg never picked up so I left a voicemail telling her I was back in the States and to please call me back. I stared at my phone forever, willing it to ring. I did not want to believe J. that Meg would do something like that. She is my best friend and she knew I did not want to deal with J. right now when it came to Aaron.

I knew that I could do nothing for the moment so I decided to do a little unpacking and take a nice long bath. After I got out of the bath, still no call from Meg. I was getting antsy and I wanted to know her side of things. I was a little reluctant to believe J. I tried everything to keep myself busy and eventually I fell asleep reading in bed.

The next morning I checked my phone for any missed calls, and realized I had none. I decided to give Meg a call and see if she was around this time. Once again, the phone just rang and rang and voicemail picked up. I had two more days of leaving voicemails. I had given up all hope and was on my way out to meet Aaron for dinner when there was a knock on my door. It was Meg.

After I let her in, I excused myself and called Aaron to let him know I would be awhile. I had explained to him what had been going on so he understood. I left Meg in the living room. When I walked back in she had a picture frame in her hand.

She held it up to me and said, "Isn't it too soon to be plastering your apartment with pictures of you and Aaron?"

I didn't know what to say. I had no idea why she was so hostile all of a sudden. I grabbed the picture from her and told her that it wasn't too soon. We had been dating for a month. She rolled her eyes at me and reminded me that it was a month in London, not in reality time.

"Meg," I asked. "What exactly is going on here? The last time I talked to you, you were happy and encouraging about Aaron and I. The next thing I know J. knows about it and its from you. And now this!"

She didn't say anything. She just stared at me. Since she wasn't talking I took it upon myself to fill that void. "You have been my best friend for years and we have always been honest with each other. We have always talked everything out. If you don't tell me what is going on I can't do anything to fix it."

"You can't fix it!!" she yelled at me. The look in her eyes actually scared me. "You always have to have your way. If you see it and you want it, you have to get it."

"Meg, what are you talking about?", I was beyond lost at this point.

"Aaron!", she yelled. "In London I told you I thought he was cute. And the next day you are going out to dinner with him. Then we couldn't separate you two if we tried. Now you think you can continue your fairy tale back home. "

I could not believe what I was hearing. This is about a guy. A guy that apparently she wanted and I had now. "First of all, when we were in London you said you thought he was cute. That's all. You also said that about four other guys on the program. You spent all your time with The Guy. How the hell was I suppose to know that you wanted Aaron. Or that you were interested in him. I didn't try to take anything from you. From the very first time I went to dinner with him you encouraged me. You told me how right we seemed for each other. When we went to Paris you told me to slept with The Guy. You two were together most of the trip too. I would never let a guy come between us. If I knew you were interested I would have backed away. You are my best friend and you would come first."

I was beyond mortified at the conversation. My best friend would not act like this.

"Fine", she yelled back as she started to turn towards the door. "You have him. And you two are perfect. And you're perfect. And yes I told J. Why should you have everything be perfect in your life. Learn to deal with a little drama," she said as she walked out and slammed the door behind her.

I stood there staring at the spot where my best friend had just been. Staring at the spot where she had changed before my eyes. I felt the tears run down my face and I did the only thing I could think of. I called Aaron and told him what had happened. He told me to just stay there and he would be right over.