The Blind Date by Landish, Lauren (suggested reading .txt) 📕

It’s like canon. Just accept it.” She waves her hand like a queen talking to her peasants, which might warrant further challenge, but the guys start talking loudly and we tune in to that instead, forgetting Arielle’s potentially overinflated ego. Especially since, to be honest, she’s mostly right.

“What the fuck, Noah?” River demands again.

“We didn’t mean for this to happen, Riv. But it did and I’m not sorry. I’m damn glad, actually.” Noah lets out a sigh, and I hear the springs on my bed creak quietly and assume he’s sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Motherfucker, look at you all comfy in my fucking sister’s bed. You think that’s okay? I noticed you went right to the cabinet for glasses, but I thought . . . hmm, well, maybe Riley told him where to get them. And you head right to the bedroom like you’ve been here before. But obviously . . . you have. I can’t believe you, Noah. I trusted you, and you go and fuck my sister?”

River is ranting, his footsteps loud as he paces back and forth across my bedroom. My hopes of the neighbors not hearing all my business are dashed because I know they’re hearing this. The walls aren’t that thick.

I put my hand on the doorknob to go inside, but my mom stops me. “Let them do this, honey. This is a big deal to their friendship, and in a way, a big deal to yours and Noah’s too. Know what I mean?”

I do, but I don’t. I want to rush in there and tell them to stop this nonsense. River doesn’t get to decide who I date, and Noah doesn’t have to prove himself to my brother. But with all three women’s eyes on me telling me that Mom’s right, I take the glass of wine Natalie is forcing into my hand and down it in one swallow.

“There’s my tough girl,” Mom says.

And then we’re listening again. We’ve missed something, but Noah seems to be telling River how it all went down.

“ . . .only meant to do a system check, but the percentage was so high. Ninety-six percent! And the message made me smile. Me, River . . . I smiled. And so we started talking. All day, every day, and I was . . . happy. I don’t walk around all fluttery and light, smiles and shit. But talking to her, I did. So we agreed to meet. And Riley showed up.”

“And that should’ve been the end of it right there,” River snaps.

“I admit we were upset and confused. We’d both used fake names and didn’t know. But I couldn’t let her go, not after getting to know her. It worked, man. The AI worked. I would’ve never, in a million years, thought Riley Sunshine was my match. Would’ve laughed at the very idea. You know me . . . does that seem like the other half of my workaholic shitshow?” River must shake his head or something because Noah says, “Exactly. Of course not. But she is. I’m not fucking your sister.”

River growls, and there’s a loud rustling followed by a few grunts. I’m worried their argument is getting physical. “I care about her, man. I fucking care about her. She makes me happy, and I make her happy. Don’t you see?”

Noah doesn’t sound happy right now. He sounds miserable, like a connection he’s counted on for so long is disintegrating right in his hands. But that can’t happen. I refuse to believe River is that much of an asshole. He won’t let Noah’s and my being together ruin their friendship. Right?

“Did you fuck with the code?” River demands. “Ninety-six percent? Really?” he adds with a disbelieving scoff.

“The AI? Of course not. I couldn’t even if I wanted to, which I didn’t. I wasn’t looking for this. But Riley is . . . undeniable. You’ve met your sister, right? Who spends five minutes with her and doesn’t think that the world is a better place and magic is possible?”

“But you didn’t tell me. Neither of you did. Why?”

“Because she scares the shit out of me, Riv!” Noah explodes, his voice honest even through the wood door. “She scares the shit out of me because after talking for a week, I needed her to get through the day. After seeing her, holding her, getting to know her, I can’t imagine life without her.” My bed springs squeak again as Noah sits down heavily. “I can’t explain it any better than that, man. She’s all sunshine and I’m a grumpy asshole, but she’s making me better. A better person . . . me! And I see her, beyond the ‘happy all the time’ front she puts on. I see how she worries for her followers who are struggling. I watch her make all these plans to get everyone else to smile, and I understand how she gives and gives and gives. And I just want to be the man who takes care of her. Not because she needs it but because she deserves it.”

Arielle and Mom meet my eyes, which feel red and puffy. I must be crying, but I don’t care. What I care about is the feeling in my heart and how I want to tell Noah that he’s teaching me too.

“Then why didn’t you tell me?” River asks, softer this time. He’s hurt, the angry lashing out hiding the sting of being left out of something so important to his best friend and his sister.

“Because we weren’t sure at first either. We didn’t want to cause all this commotion if it wasn’t worth it. But she’s worth it. We’re worth it. And whether you want to admit it or not, I’m worth it.”

Natalie swallows thickly beside me. She knows how difficult that must’ve been for Noah to say, and I take her hand comfortingly.

River sighs heavily, and I can imagine him running his fingers through his hair the way he does when he knows he’s taken the losing position. Historically, I’ve only seen him do that with Dad when we were kids—begging to take the car or extend his curfew. But