Rocket Science

by Emily Mayer

“Happy people are the most annoying people on the planet. Like, keep your happiness to yourself. It’s Monday. Don’t force your happiness on other people.

“I’m your ride or die! You say there’s a body, and I create a fake identity, use that identity to rent a van because I can’t fit a body over five foot six into the trunk of my Prius, and show up with a shovel. No questions asked.

I decided to be an adult about this. I would simply ignore the problem until it went away.

She probably assumed I was part of some adopt-a-nerd program and Sebastian was my mentor.

“Are you thinking what I am thinking?” I nodded my head and we shouted in unison, “LEGO NIGHT!”

“Uh, so you’re playing LEGOs tonight?” Paige asked, a quizzical expression on her face. “It’s not playing. It’s putting together a complex model. Totally different.”

“I wasn’t sure if a LEGO party called for a red or white wine, but I do know that it calls for wine.”

I smiled, thinking that if happiness had a sound, it would sound an awful lot like Sunday dinners at the Walker house.

My ears still strained to hear the background noise. Did naked have a sound?

If I could step through a wardrobe and into a world of magic, I would choose Sebastian—and that was a problem, since I currently did not have access to a magic portal.

“Are those two hobbits boyfriends?” Sebastian asked.

“I don’t care what anyone says, the chubby one is into that froyo guy.”

“She told me that she couldn’t fit a body bigger than five-foot-six in her trunk. How does she know that?”