It was a risky move, and I knew Everyone wouldn't understand, but I felt compelled to bring No One to Jamie's party.
We planned the perfect couple's costume - ice cream and hot sauce - which we knew would make Someone laugh (she's always had a great sense of humor). I didn't even care that Everyone refused to acknowledge my date. That's a lie, I cared a lot, so I grabbed No One by her saucy hand and twirled her like a music box ballerina until we collapsed to the ground, perfectly out of breath.
I tried not to see Everyone pouting in the background as Someone waddled over, smiled, and helped us up. I squeezed my date's hand and she giggled and I chuckled back.
That's when I realized just how much I loved No One.