The Forever of Ella and Micha

he’s deciding if he dares say something. “You should come over and see our new place. It’s just a bunch of boxes right now, but we could go out to dinner or something.”
    “I don’t think—” I start.
    He cuts me off hastily. “You can bring Lila too.”
    I swear the boy has too much insight into my head. “Alright, I’ll see if Lila’s up for it when she gets back from class.”
    “Don’t blow me off, Ella May.” He pretends to be stern. “I mean it. I know where you live and I will hunt you down and punish you in the dirtiest ways.”
    “I’m not blowing you off. Jeez, relax, you weirdo,” I tease him back. “I’m sure Lila will want to, but I have to check.”
    “Good, I’ll see you in a bit.” His voice portrays confidence. “Oh, you know what we should do?”
    I spin the can of soda around on the counter, wary to answer. “What?”
    “We should have a naked party.” Hilarity laces his voice. “And you can only come in the house if you take off all your clothes. It’ll be like the entry fee. Give me your pants and shirt and you’re allowed to come.”
    I frown, even though it sounds interesting. “No naked parties.”
    “Hey, I had to try,” he remarks in a tempting tone. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
    We hang up and I change into a pair of red corduroy shorts and a black tank top with a heart in the middle. I pull my hair up in a ponytail and put on some eyeliner and lip gloss, then wait on the couch for Lila to show up.
    She walks in, waving at Parker, who is backing away from the door. “See you later, maybe.” She shuts the door and sighs, leaning back against it. “God, he’s getting on my nerves. He won’t give it up.”
    “Maybe you should stop giving it up to him then.” I hide my smile with the soda can.
    “Hey, I have needs too.” She ambles to the kitchen and searches the fridge shelves for a snack. “Not everyone can be committed to that no-sex thing like you.”
    “I’m trying to fix myself before I make my life more complicated,” I say, picking the tab off the can. “And so that when… if Micha and I end up together, I can be a person that he won’t resent.”
    She grabs an apple and a bottle of water and joins me on the couch, tucking her skirt underneath her legs as she sits down. “You know it’s never going to work, right? There’s no way you two are going to be able to keep your hands off each other for more than, like, a week. Actually I’m betting five days. Ethan went with seven.”
    “You made bets on it?” I gape at her. “Wait a minute, did you know they were moving here?”
    She shrugs and bites into the apple. “Ethan might have mentioned it a time or two on the phone.”
    I tip my head back and suck out the last drop of the soda. “We’re supposed to go over to their new place, if you’re up for it.”
    She removes the cap of the bottle of water. “Sure. I don’t have plans, but how are we going to get there? Because I’m still on my bus strike.”
    “We can either call Ethan to come get us”—I frown—“or borrow a car. I prefer borrowing so I can leave when I’m ready to. If Ethan comes and gets us, they’ll hold us hostage, trust me.”
    “That doesn’t sound that bad.” A piece of apple falls out of her mouth and lands on her lap. “But if you want to borrow a car, then we can. You can ask Blake.”
    Remembering how annoyed Micha got over the Mustang, I hesitate.
    “Yeah, that’s probably not a good idea, huh?” She retrieves her phone from the pocket of her jeans. “Who else could we call?”
    Smashing the middle of the can, I put it on the coffee table. “Parker?”
    She shakes her head and one of her curls slips out from underneath the headband in her hair. “No way, then it’ll be even harder to get him to go away. Besides, he’s a weirdo about letting people drive his car.”
    “Then I have no idea.” After a few minutes of consideration, I unlock the screen of my phone and send Blake a text.
    Me: Hey, I have a huge favor to ask you.
    Blake: What’s up?
    Me: I need to borrow your car for a few hours.
    Blake: Sure, but you’ll have to drop me off at work and pick me up.
    Me: That works for me.
    Blake: I’ll be out of class in a few minutes. You wanna meet up in the parking lot?
    Me: Yeah, be there in 5.
    Tucking my phone into my back pocket, I collect my purse off the back of the chair. “I got us a car, but we have to go down to the parking lot right now.”
    Her phone rings and she