I'm sitting in a coffee shop about a block away from the school. In front of me is Sunny, and I still can't wrap my head around the fact that this is the same Sunny I fell in love with all those years ago. He has a tight fit suit on and while he has aged, it's been graceful. Grey speckles his beard and hair, but we're still young.
"My god, Jaan. You look amazing" he compliments.
I blush and smile. "Thanks. You also- you look good." It's hard for me to make eye contact. I'm still embarrassed by the text I sent ten years ago.
"So how you've been?" he asks, and I launch into the tale of my nonprofit work and working for a preschool. I talk about why I decided not to go to medical school, and as his eyes maintain contact, I suddenly feel like I'm sixteen again.
"And you?" I finish.
Sunny tells me about how he decided to work for a pharmaceutical company to combine his interests in biology and business. He mentions getting married, having Arav, and getting divorced shortly after Arav's birth. I glance over to Arav coloring in the kids' corner and smile at the concentration on his face.
"And you?" he repeats, "Any husband or boyfriend I need to interrogate?"
I laugh and shake my head. "I have a male roommate, but no. No boyfriend right now."
We look at each other and smile before I look away. I look back to see him still staring at me.
"Why'd you disappear, Jaan?" he asks- all signs of joking disappear from his face. "One minute, you're here, but the next you stop answering all my texts and I never hear from you again? How do you just drop someone- drop me- like that?"
Guilt envelopes me. Seventeen year old me was selfish. I had done what was best for me without even considering how Sunny must have felt.
"I'm so sorry, Sunny. I'd just admitted to liking you and I was embarrassed. I still am- that was so bad."
"You didn't even hear my answer."
"Did I need to?"
Silence clouds over us again. I grab the mug in front of me to take another sip.
"You know I fell in love with you" he states. I cough on my tea, unable to believe what I just heard. I quickly put the mug down and look back at him with disbelief.
"Yeah, I didn't realize it until it was too late. You avoided me at graduation, and then I tried to go to your house over the summer, but you went to Brown for a summer program. I ended up giving up after I dialed your phone for the millionth time-" his tone isn't accusatory but rather sad and disappointed.
I can't help but think of what could have been if I had just owned up to what I did.
"I'm so sorry, Sunny," I feel like I can't apologize enough.
He smiles at me sadly before turning to Arav, "It's aight. Everything seems to work out."
I wonder if he's imagining the could have been family scenario I am.
"Anyways, I'm really glad you're back in my life, Jaanu."
I smile and agree, "Me too, friends? Or better yet, singles club?" I put out my hand to shake his.
"For now," he winks before calling Arav over to finish the lemonade he had asked for.
YOU ARE READING
Singles Club
Short StoryTwo friends, Sunny Patel and Jaanu Kaur, have been friends since high school. Jaanu was sure that she'd never love him, he wasn't really her type. But she does. High school ends, and she's sure she'll never see him again. She's often wrong about wh...