Wild Card

by Elsie Silver

“I know this arrangement is best for everyone, so I’m tolerating it. I wouldn’t change it, but I don’t love it. This isn’t some happy-family dynamic. We’re roommates. You do your thing. I’ll do mine.” I do my best to nod seriously, but Bash is downright sexy. It makes me want to needle him just so he’ll crack a smile. I lean toward Clyde with a stage-whisper loud enough that Bash can hear. “He reminds me of Oscar the Grouch sometimes.” Then I turn back to face Bash, wanting to reassure him that I understand. “I love how honest you’re being with us about your expectations and what you need. Clear communication will make sharing the space easier for everyone.” Clyde nods solemnly. “Bash, we understand. This is your trash can, and we’re just living in it.” Bash’s jaw twitches. “The two of you are really annoying together. Do you know that?” I flash him my brightest grin. “Just think of us as the two annoying kids you never wanted.” “Oh, pfft,” Clyde scoffs, landing a playful slap on my arm. “Ain’t no way Bash is thinking about you like a kid.”