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Authors: Rachel Morgan

Tags: #happily ever afer, #love, #sweet NA, #romance, #mature YA, #humor, #comedy

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My first thought is that if I end up marrying Matt, I’ll be happy to let his mother take full control of the decor. My second thought is that the idea of marrying Matt makes me feel anxious instead of excited. And my third thought is that there are
far
more people out here than I’m comfortable with. I’m about to back away into the house when Matt comes to my rescue. He jogs up the two steps onto the veranda and comes to my side.

“Shall I get you a drink?” he asks. Before waiting for my answer, he squeezes between people to the other end of the veranda where a long table is covered with rows of glasses. He speaks to the guy standing behind the table, then returns and hands me a champagne glass with peach-coloured liquid and floating bits of fruit.

I take a sip while Matt starts chatting to an old man standing next to us. Matt knows I have a tendency to go blank in front of strangers, so he doesn’t expect me to do much more than smile sweetly and answer any questions that might come my way. As their conversation turns to sport—something Matt has never expected me to comment on—I look around and attempt to organise Matt’s extended family in my head. Grandpa is Matt’s mother’s father, so everyone here will be from her side of the family. There’s Uncle Number One, who married an Afrikaans girl and produced Elize and Simone, my roommates for the weekends; Uncle Number Two, who married later in life and has an adorable two-year-old who’s currently toddling around on the grass entertaining a small audience; and an aunt I’ve never met who may or may not be here. Then there are various cousins of Matt’s mother’s generation—Grandpa’s nieces and nephews—and some of their offspring, but that’s where I start getting completely lost. And since I don’t plan on speaking to most of them, it doesn’t really matter.

“Sarah was actually just over there,” Matt says, nudging my arm to get my attention.

“Oh really?” The-man-whose-name-I-don’t-know looks at me. “Dreadful weather they’re having over there at the moment. I heard they might have to close Heathrow.”

“Oh?” I try to look interested. “I hadn’t heard that.”

“That would certainly be—oh, Sarah, you haven’t met my Aunt Hannah yet, have you?” Matt nods a goodbye to the old man, then steers me towards a woman who looks like a lighter-haired version of his mother. “Aunt Hannah, this is my girlfriend, Sarah. Sarah, this is the aunt who’s been dreadful enough not to visit us since I was about five years old.” Matt laughs, and Aunt Hannah laughs, and I add in a chuckle even though right now all I want to do is hide in the kitchen with Josephine and Zukie. “And she brought my cousins with as well,” Matt adds. He looks around, then points to a girl sitting at one of the round tables on the grass talking to Grandpa—Grandpa! Whom I haven’t greeted or wished happy birthday to yet! “That’s Emily. And … oh, here he is.” Matt steps aside. “This is my other overseas cousin, Aiden.”

My hand clenches around my champagne glass. I look up.

Tall. Dark, somewhat messy hair. Blue-green eyes.

Smash!

“Oh!” I step back automatically as my glass hits the stone tiles of the veranda. “I—I’m so sorry.”

“Sarah,” Matt groans.

“I’m so sorry.” I take another step back, looking all around me, everywhere except at
him
. “I—I’ll get that cleaned up.” I duck behind Matt, squeeze past another group of people, and rush into the house. I run to the kitchen as fast as my wedges will carry me. I dart inside and press my back against the fridge.

No! What is Aiden doing here? WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?

“Sarah?” I look up and see Josephine with a jug of water in one hand and an empty plastic bottle in the other. “What’s wrong?”

“I … um … nothing. I mean, yes, I dropped a glass and it broke.” I step away from the fridge and look wildly around. “Where … I just need a dustpan. If you could show me where—”

“I’ll do it, don’t worry.” Zukie steps away from the sink and dries her hands on the dish towel hanging over her shoulder.

“No, no, no. I’ll do it. I’m the one who made the mess. Just show me where—”

Zukie laughs and waves me out of her way. “Relax. They pay me to clean up, remember?” She removes a dustpan and brush from a cupboard and disappears.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Josephine asks, narrowing her eyes at me.

“I, uh, yes. I’ll just be … out there.” I point to the back door, then hurry through it. I squeeze past the cars to where the awning ends and lean my back against the wall. I stare up at the mountains.
Okay, seriously?
I say to God.
You know I wanted to see him again, but why does he have to show up
here
? Why does he have to be Matt’s
cousin
? Is this some kind of punishment for obsessing over a guy who isn’t my boyfriend?

I wish the mountains would speak back to me, but I get nothing. Nothing but the assurance that I could fling my questions at them today, tomorrow, or in a hundred years, and they would still be there. Ever-present and never changing.

I head slowly back to the kitchen, wondering if anyone will miss me if I hide there until it’s time to sit down for dinner. I step through the doorway and see a white-haired figure bending over one of the platters on the counter and saying, “I’m sure no one will miss this particular pie. This plate is looking a little crowded anyway.”

“Go right ahead, sir,” Zukie says. “It’s your party, after all.”

“Grandpa!” I say. He turns around with the guilty expression of a child caught pinching cookies. I start laughing as I cross the kitchen. “Happy birthday, Grandpa.” I put my arms around him and squeeze, remembering the very first time I hugged him. I was so aware of how frail he seemed that I barely touched him at all. He said, ‘Now, that’s a sad excuse for a hug. You can do better than that.’

“Sarah, dear, how lovely of you to join us.” He returns the squeeze and pats my back.

“What are you doing in here?” I ask when I step back. “Aren’t there about a hundred people out there who want to speak to you?”

“More, probably,” Granpda says with a wink. “I was just catching a few minutes of quiet before moving onto the next family member.” He leans over and lifts a mini pie from the platter. “And grabbing a snack. No one will give me a minute to eat anything out there.” He takes a bite and chews.

“Any good?” I ask.

“Mmm.” He swallows. “Exceptional. Well, I suppose my break is over. I’ll find you again later so you can tell me what happens next in that exciting robot story of yours.” He pats my shoulder, then heads out of the kitchen.

I wait a few moments, then decide it’s time to face the two boys I can’t exactly hide from the whole weekend. After all, I’ve been wishing I could see Aiden again, and now here he is. Even if I’m too terrified to talk to him—because surely he knows by now that the guy who just introduced the two of us is my boyfriend—I can at least look at him. Or not. Because staring at my boyfriend’s hot cousin probably isn’t what I want to be caught doing at a family reunion. I can just imagine the rumours that would start flying around. Rumours that would no doubt reach Matt’s ears before dinner even begins.

I take slow steps out of the kitchen, down the passage, and across the lounge. Instead of going out onto the veranda, I stand at the window and look out. My eyes skim across the groups of chatting people, but I don’t see Aiden anywhere. Perhaps he—

“Hiding in the bathroom again?”

I jump at the familiar voice behind me, and if I’d been holding another glass, I probably would have dropped it. I twist my head around and see Aiden walking towards me. “I, uh—”

“You seem to have a habit of doing that,” he says.

I look down at the floor. “No, I wasn’t, actually.”

I watch his feet as he moves to stand beside me, but when I raise my eyes, he’s staring resolutely out of the window. “Twenty hours,” he says. “Twenty hours talking about everything from parallel dimensions to how you feel mediocre compared to your sisters, and you didn’t once think to mention that you have a
boyfriend
?”

“I … I didn’t know …”

“You didn’t know what, Sarah? That you have a boyfriend?” He turns to face me then, waiting for me to say something, but I can’t squeeze a sound out. “That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. Matt says the two of you have been dating for almost two years. How could you
not know
that that means you have a boyfriend?”

“I know that’s what it means,” I mumble. “It’s just that we—”

“I
kissed
you! I never would have done that if I’d known you were with someone.”

Why did you kiss me?
I want to ask, but instead I stammer, “I … it’s complicated—”

“Oh, of course. Everything’s always complicated, isn’t it?” He shakes his head as he looks out the window once more.

“Can you just let me explain what I mean? You don’t understand—”

“I don’t think there’s much to
understand
other than the fact that you led me to believe something that isn’t true.”

“I—what do you—when did I—”

“Just forget it,” he says, turning towards the door without another glance in my direction. Before stepping onto the veranda, he looks back. “Did you finish reading that book?” he asks, but it’s less of a question and more of an accusation. Like I wasted his time by making him hurry back into the airport to give it to him. Like somehow I tricked him into kissing me.

I clench my hands into fists at my sides. “Yes,” I lie. “And it finished exactly the way I predicted.” I push past him and cross the veranda as quickly as I can, my anger already coalescing into hot tears behind my eyes. I blink them away as I slip past people.

Find your table. Sit down. Don’t make eye contact with anyone.

After examining the name tags on several of the round tables, I eventually find mine next to Matt’s. On the other side of Matt’s place, nineteen-year-old Elize and her younger sister are already sitting down. They’re leaning over a cell phone, giggling like little girls. I’ve spoken to the two of them enough times not to freak out about opening my mouth in front of them, so I mumble hello as I slide into my chair.

They look up, greet me, and then Elize straightens and points to someone. “
O, daar is hy!
” she says to Simone. “
Die
hot
ou wat ek jou van vertel het. Hy’s myne.
” I pull my chair closer to the table and follow Elize’s line of sight.

Aiden. Of course. Who else would she be pointing at?


Is ons nie familie van hom nie?
” Simone says.


Nee
.” Elize giggles. “
Ek sou definitief geweet het as ons familie was van
daai
ou
.”

Simone scrunches her nose up in confusion. “
Ek dog ons is familie van almal hier.

I roll my eyes. “His name is Aiden. I’m pretty sure he’s your cousin.”

Elize’s mouth drops open. “That’s
Aiden
?
Tannie
Hannah’s son?” She tilts her head to the side as she examines him. “But I thought everyone from England was pale with bad teeth.” She slumps across the table and groans, then lifts her head and turns back to the cell phone. “
Ag toemaar
,” she says to Simone. “
Ek kan hom in elk geval nie hê nie.


Ek het jou mos gesê
,” Simone mutters.

I look around the table and try to make out the other name tags. Next to me I’ve got Matt’s older sister and her boyfriend, and next to them—I lean over to read the swirly writing on the little pieces of card—Matt’s older brother and his girlfriend.

I sit back in my chair with some relief. At least I don’t have to live through the awkwardness of both Aiden and Matt sitting at the same table as me all night. But half an hour later, when Matt’s mother starts ushering everyone towards their seats and Aiden crosses the lawn and comes straight towards me, I realise tonight’s awkwardness is far from over. Not only is he at the table adjacent to ours, but he’s sitting in the chair right behind me.

 

From:
Facebook
Sent:
Fri 20 Dec, 11:51 pm
To:
Sarah Henley
Subject:
New message from Aiden Harrison

 

I’m sorry about earlier. I had no right to be upset with you. How about we pretend everything since that last moment at the airport didn’t happen and start over?
Still want to be friends?

 

Sent from Facebook. Reply to this email to message Aiden Harrison.
_____________________________

 

I’m lying on my mattress early on Saturday morning looking through messages from the night before when I come across the Facebook message from Aiden. I read it, close my eyes, and cringe at the memory of the previous night. Matt putting his arm around me, kissing my neck, making loud jokes—all with Aiden sitting not half a metre behind us.

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