Every week, my sister Ginger and I meet our friends Dana and Malibu for drinks and dinner. Dana’s a daytime soap star and Malibu—I’m not even sure that’s his real name—is a hotshot events planner for the stars and the privileged. He’s in his mid-thirties, extremely gorgeous, and straight.
I’ve known them both for about ten years, and consider them two of the truest friends I have. Half of L.A. thinks Malibu and I are secretly involved. The other half—since it’s a common known fact that I’ve chased away every man I’ve ever been involved with—thinks he’s gay because he’s still hanging around.
Ginger zeroed in on Dana, and asked, “Are you really dead?”
“Well, they did bury me.” She scooped up her cocktail glass and drained it.
“So you’re like unemployed now?” Ginger asked.
“Not exactly.” She flashed a devilish smile. “I landed a feature film.”
“Really?” I said. “Congratulations!”
“You know, Georgia...” Her words tapered off as she glanced away and then looked back at me slyly. “I think it helped that they know I’m friends with you.” She stopped talking, but I got the feeling there was more.
“Glad I could help.” I waited for the rest.
“Do you think you could maybe try writing something for the movie?” she asked, and I knew she was talking about a song. That’s what I do. I sing, and write my own songs. I guess I’m pretty good at it. I’ve sold a ton of records and won a few awards.
“Yeah.” I grabbed a tortilla chip and dipped it in the salsa. “Have them send me a script so I can read it. I’ll see what I can come up with.” I popped the chip into my mouth.
“As always, you’ll come up with something great.” Malibu let his gaze bounce between Ginger and me. “But I’d like to talk about this trip you two are taking. Is your past coming back to haunt you?” He gave me a one-sided dimpled grin.
That got an eye roll out of me, and it was quickly followed by a groan. “Trust me...the goings-on behind the scenes of the latest event you’re planning—” I nodded my head. “—are far more interesting than anything that happened to me back in the day.”
“Don’t give me that, missy. There’s a story in your past.” He pointed a finger at me. “And I aim to find out what it is.”
“Some old high school boyfriends perhaps?” Dana chuckled and looked at Malibu. “Wouldn’t it be great to talk to those guys?” Her chortle turned into devilish laughter.
Malibu looked at Ginger and me. “Can we come too?”
I gave him a big, fat resounding, “No.”
“Okay,” Dana said. “If we can’t go, somebody’s got to dish.” Her gaze settled on me for a few seconds and when I didn’t say anything she turned to Ginger, and waited.
“Georgia casually dated a few guys in high school.” Ginger shrugged. “But that’s not really the story you want to hear.”
“Do tell...” Malibu egged her on.
“Really, Ginger...?” I was annoyed, but I tried not to let it show. And I didn’t want her embarrassing me either. You see, I knew the story she was aiming to tell. “Can we just not go there?”
“What?” Dana gave one of those incredulous laughs that told me she wasn’t about to give up. She’d stumbled upon a goldmine and she intended to unearth it. “Uh uh. We’re going all the way back.”
“You guys are going to love this!” Ginger was enjoying this way too much. I had to cut her off at the pass.
“There’s really nothing to tell,” I said. “It’s just your classic...I was in love with a guy who didn’t know I existed.” I tried to play it off, but that whole part of my life was still sharp as a straight razor, even twenty-five years later.
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