The Secret of Ella and Micha

the car and hold the back door open for him. He lets my dad lean his weight on him and he aides him to the living room sofa.
    “Where did you find him?” Dean asks me as he turns my dad to his side in case he throws up.
    “At the bar.” I place the duvet from the back of the couch over my dad and he snuggles up to it like a child. “Denny helped me get him to the car.”
    Dean presses his lips together, and bobs his head up and down. “That’s where I figured he was, but I didn’t want to go looking for him.”
    “You know I’m not even old enough to be in a bar, right?”
    “And I’m old enough to know that I don’t want to deal with this crap anymore.”
    I open my mouth to yell at him but zip my lips and shake my head, regaining power of my temper.
    He backs toward the stairway. “I’ve had enough. I’m moving on with my life and you should do the same.” He leaves me in the room alone with a heavy feeling in my heart.
    I’d love to move on, but I’m not sure how. Running away to Vegas for eight months sure as hell didn’t help because I’m almost back to where I started.
    ***
    Lila and I decide to go to Larry’s Diner, the local fast food drive-in, to get some lunch. It’s a seventies themed restaurant where the waitresses wear roller skates and skate up the cars to take orders. After they hook the food tray to the window, we eat in the car and listen to music.
    The rain is still beating down, but softer, although the roof is draining onto the front of the hood. We’re chatting about the group of guys sitting on the tables underneath the canopy, when Lila focuses the conversation to somewhere I don’t want to go.
    “So where did you and Micha run off to this morning?” she asks, sipping her soda and batting her eyelashes innocently.
    I dip a fry in the ranch cup balanced on the console. “Nowhere. He just chased me down the street.”
    She dumps some more ketchup onto her chicken sandwich. “Then why did both of you come back soaking wet?”
    My body tingles at the memory of Micha and me rolling around in the grass. “One of the neighbor’s sprinklers turned on while we were running across it.”
    “Seems like you were awfully wet just from being in the sprinklers for a few minutes.” She dabs her lips with a napkin. “And you look really happy right now.”
    I force back a smile and pick the pickles off my burger silently.
    “If you don’t want to tell me,” she says. “Then you don't have to.”
    “I’m just not comfortable talking about Micha,” I explain. “When I don’t even know how I feel about him.”
    “Okay, well you could talk to me about it. That’s how friends help each other figure things out.” She pauses, cleaning up some grease that dripped on her shirt. “Didn’t you ever have a friend that you could talk to about everything?”
    I shrug and take a bite of my burger. “Micha maybe, but I can’t talk to him about him.”
    She looks at me sadly. “Try talking to me then.”
    I chew on a fry, trying not to choke. Once it’s out there, it’s real. “I’m not sure I can.”
    “Just try,” she urges. “What’s it going to hurt?”
    I stir the ranch with a fry. “Micha kissed me on the front lawn. That’s why we came back all wet. We were lying on the grass, getting soaked by the sprinklers and making out.”
    “Did you like it?”
    “Like what?”
    She rolls her eyes. “The kiss.”
    “I like it every time he kisses me,” I say nonchalantly. “Yet at the same time, I don’t. My feelings are conflicted.”
    “Because you don’t know what you want?” she asks.
    “No, I think I do know what I want,” I mumble, stunned by my own answer. “I just won’t admit it.”
    She says, “I think you just did.”
    I continue thinking out loud. “I think I might have figured it out that night on the bridge…” My mind starts to drift back to that night as I stare at the rain pattering against the windshield.
    She slurps her soda. “What happened the night on the bridge?”
    “I kissed Micha.” I shut my eyes, drifting back to the memory, not on the bridge but somewhere else we went that night. We’re in his car talking. He seems happy and so do I.
    She giggles. “I knew it. I knew he wasn’t just a friend. So tell me the details, like what happened after the kiss.”
    My eyes open to a veil of rain on the window as the images drift away from my mind. “Nothing. I left for college.”
    She balls up the sandwich wrapper and sets it in