It turns out it did feel really good to be there. And to be here with my friends.
Me
SAY IT.
Jordan
Say what?
Me
Say, “Jo, you were right.”
Jordan
That’s evergreen. You’re always right.
Me
I know. And as my prize, you’re going with me to Midsummer Night Swing at Lincoln Center as soon as we get back to New York.
Jordan
I’m afraid to ask what that is.
Me
Think outdoors at Lincoln Center. Live bands. Swing dancing.
Jordan
Would me saying no have any effect at all?
Me
What do you think?
Jordan
I think I’ll be swing dancing at Lincoln Center.
Me
Get your dancing shoes ready, J.
Jordan
I’ll shine them all up.
Goodnight, Hurricane.
Me
Goodnight, J.
I set my phone down on the nightstand, a grin spreading across my face. Lying here in the dark, I decide that no matter what does or doesn’t happen between Jordan and me, I win. Because even though the idea of potential boyfriend Jordan has butterflies swarming my stomach, best friend Jordan is the best person I’ve ever known, and if that’s all we’ll ever have, it’s still the best thing ever.
Rolling over in bed, I close my eyes but know there’s no use. I’m way too energized. There’s somewhere I’ve been thinking about going, and I figure there’s no time like the present. I toss off the covers and get up, pulling a sweatshirt over the oversized T-shirt and shorts I’m wearing as pajamas. I grab Hannah’s car keys off the nightstand and quietly, so I don’t wake anyone up, I slip downstairs and outside into the sultry summer night.
