January 19, 1934
John and I had been dating for over a week and he still hadn't met Steve and Bucky. They seemed overly apprehensive about him but I felt they would quickly change their minds once they really got to know him. After school I was walking out of the building with bucky and Steve when I saw John and called him over. "John! These are my best friends and I haven't gotten a chance to introduce you!" He greeted me with a small kiss and then shook their hands. I smiled hoping they would get along. It was very awkward and I realized I would need to initiate any conversations between them. We didn't talk about much together but everyone was being friendly and I counted that as a successful first meeting. Around Bucky and Steve's apartment, we said goodbye and John kept walking me home. "So… did you like them?" I asked hopeful for a good answer.
"Yeah they were great," he said with a smile as he took my hand.
"Oh that's wonderful! I was worried because they are my best friends. I mean I have Megan, Helen, and Alice, but I just am simply not as close with them."
"Just a question, why are you friends with them? I just don't see many girls best friends with guys."
"I see what you mean. They were kind to me when I moved here. I also enjoy spending time with them now. I care about them and they care about me."
He mulled over what I said and then stopped walking. "What would you do if one of them liked you, enough to want to go steady with you?"
His question confused me because I didn't know why he was asking, Bucky, Steve, and I were simply really good friends. "I don't think that would happen. Besides, you don't have to worry a bit because I'm with you." He seemed to accept my answer through silence. We reached my apartment and he kissed me goodbye.
January 20, 1934
I was with Bucky and Steve and asked them how they liked John. "He's alright," Steve replied. I slightly frowned hoping for a better response.
"You don't like him," I stated.
"No, I mean, I just," he stammered.
"We just get a strange vibe from him," Bucky jumped in giving a warning look to Steve. "He shows up out of nowhere and it's only understandable to be a little skeptical. It's not that we don't like him, Maddi. We just want the best for you, and we can't be sure of that unless we really know the guy." I stayed thoughtful of what he said but was still not satisfied of how they felt.
"I know you worry, but I can figure these things out on my has been nothing but sweet to me and kind to all of my friends and family. I hope you see that soon."
I excused myself and as I left I heard Bucky quietly ask Steve, "You couldn't be more obvious, could you?" But I could not hear the rest, and it only made me more curious of what he meant.
January 20, 1934 (STEVE POV)
"You couldn't be more obvious, could you?" Buck asked me as Maddi left, and I looked down.
I waited until she had completely gone before replying, "so you're telling me you don't dislike him just as much as I don't?" Although you may not feel the same way about her as I do, you still see how they shouldn't be together."
"You may be right, but you would hate anyone she was with."
"You don't know anything about him?" I asked, still wondering about this 'perfect John".
"He seems to keep to himself. He has friends but they don't spend much time together. He's always with Maddi and I never noticed him is still a year older than me so I don't see him much. A lot of girls like him, I can definitely tell that." One main reason I didn't like him was because he was two years older than Maddi and me. I wished there was something glaringly awful about him like Jason Gally. That would make it so much easier because Maddi would immediately leave him. Maybe she was right, she had good judgement so I really shouldn't worry about the guy she chose. I still felt sad regardless because she would never go for me; the differences between John and I were too obvious. He was older, stronger, handsome, popular, healthy… everything I wasn't. However, she deserved way more than me anyway. So if John was as perfect as he seemed, than I should be glad; Maddi deserves nothing less than perfection.