The Heartbroken - S01 E59

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The Heartbroken - S01 E59

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 59

“You look cute here,” he

said.

A stubborn side of me

didn’t want to turn to

see what he was

talking about, but

curiosity got the best

of me and I looked over

my shoulder. He was

holding a framed picture

of me in second grade,

with a missing tooth.

“I look stupid,” I said,

noting the pigtails and

the spot of mud on my

forehead. I was digging

to bury a time capsule

that time and Mom

took a picture of me

with dirt all over me.

“No, you look adorable.

No one would think

you’d grow up to have

such a foul mouth and a

very un-ladylike

attitude.”

I just rolled my eyes

and continued folding

my clothes.

“Why do you still have

this?” he said.

“Have what?” I said,

looking again and seeing

that he was holding

another framed picture.

Of me and Cedric.

It was prom. Mom

insisted we take

pictures and I didn’t

want to but I had no

choice. Cedric was such

a gentleman that he

couldn’t refuse Mom’s

request and we both

stood there awkwardly.

Most of the pictures

looked awkward, but

this one was a candid

shot, Mom somehow

managing to take it

randomly without us

knowing. We were both

looking into each other’s

eyes, having almost

identical smiles—shy

but happy and scared

but excited all at the

same time.

We looked in love.

“Wow. You really got it

bad for him, huh?” he

said.

I snapped my eyes to

his. “No.”

He rolled his eyes and

slowly walked over to

where I stood. “Tell you

what. Let’s hold a party

at my house.”

“What?”

“Well, for starters,

Mom’s not home.

And”—he paused,

looking at me as if he

was trying to convey

the seriousness of the

matter—“if Cedric

comes, you’ll finally

become my ‘girlfriend’.

Sounds okay?”

I considered the

thought before nodding.

“Deal.”

I honestly couldn’t

believe how fast Seth

could organize a party in

so little time.

Well, actually, I could,

considering how often

he does it. But still.

After leaving my house,

he started to make

some calls on our way

back to his car, parked a

few blocks from ours. I

half-listened to him

talking. He was friendly

to everyone and it

seemed as if this

always happened. Like

he always organized

parties this way,

unplanned and

impromptu.

By seven o’clock,

everything was already

set. People have been

coming in and out of the

house putting up the

speakers and the keg

and some chips. I

honestly couldn’t

comprehend just how

the heck Seth Everett

had organized a party in

so little time.

“Wow,” I said as Seth

plopped into the space

next to me. I already

told Seth that I wasn’t

going to help out with

setting up because this

was entirely his idea,

and so I was

conveniently just

watching an episode of

How I Met Your Mother

that I randomly came

across while switching

channels.

“Wow?”

“I can’t say I’m not

surprised you

successfully pulled this

off,” I said. “But yeah,

I’m still quite a bit

surprised.”

He grinned. “Oh, ye of

little faith.”

I rolled my eyes and

turned back to Barney

grinding with some

random girl in a club on

the TV. “What if he

doesn’t show up?” I

asked him.

“Oh, he’ll show up. I’m

sure of it.”

“What makes you think

so?”