“Oh, let her go, Jer, you know she needs to go make herself look good, she’s always had a crush on the Peters boy and now is her chance,” my mom cuts in with a laugh, as she follows me to the door. “His name is Josh,” I scoff, as if they didn’t live next to him for almost a decade and treat him like their own son. “And I do not have a crush on him.” I don’t add on the fact that ‘crush’ is now a tame word in comparison to what I feel for him, but hey, everyone lies to their parents right?
