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What the hell kind of name was that? Was it a hard Knox life? Did he tell a lot of Knox Knox jokes? Was it short for something? Knoxwell? Knoxathan?
“Flowers, cookies, and two bleeding men,” Liza J observed. “Might as well come on back. Dinner’s about done.” “About done” in Liza J’s house meant she hadn’t started it yet.
“Good. Heed my words. Don’t ever let a man you don’t like make decisions for you.”
“Your grandmother says kiss her ass and bring her a rotisserie chicken.”
“It’s yours as long as you stuff it in your mouth instead of talking.” “Pleasure doing business with you.
“You’re the one who has to live your life. Don’t apologize to other people for the decisions you make for yourself.”
“I’ll get the truffles I hid in your bedroom,” Stef volunteered. “I really wish you were straight,” I said. “If I could be straight for anyone, it would be you,” he said, clinking his glass to mine. “Where did these glasses come from?” I asked, frowning at the barware. “These are my car wine glasses. I always carry a pair.” “Of course you do.”
“Me?” Stef laughed, stowing his phone back in his pocket. “I’m the best friend. Naomi is family.”
“Naomi’s been my ride-or-die before ride-or-die was a thing. She has never once let me down and she’s forgiven me for the handful of occasions that I’ve let her down. She’s the most amazing woman I know, and that’s counting her mother, who’s pretty fucking awesome too. I don’t like it when people fuck with my family.”
“When you look good, you feel good,” I recited. “Good girl. Now get your cute little asses in there.”
“You get to decide how you show up in this world. No one else gets to dictate to you who you are,”
“Your friend is weird,” Waylay whispered. “I know.” “I kinda like him.” “Yeah. Me too.”
“You can only ground her until she’s eighteen.” Waylay punched a fist into the air victoriously and took a bite of bacon.
But him being gay definitely put a damper on our romance.
He meant it. If I said I felt like flying to Rome and spending a ridiculous amount of money on shoes, he would book the plane tickets. If I told him I wanted to get revenge on Knox by filling his house with Styrofoam peanuts and cat litter, Stef would show up at my house with a U-Haul packed with retribution supplies.
Fi: I don’t know what’s going on between you two. But Knox just offered me $1,000 to put you on the schedule tonight since you called in sick your last two shifts. I can either split it with you or tell him to fuck off. Your call! Me: Sorry. I can’t. I’m hosting a bonfire tonight and you’re invited. Fi: Fuck yeah! Can I bring my annoying family? Me: I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.
