Page 10 of Falling for my Best Friend

“No.”

“Why?”

“Cause you’re just going to make fun of me.”

“I won’t. I swear.”

I sighed. “I don’t even know where to start. Oh no wait- there is a clear beginning.” I straightened up. “So back in high school, the guy was robotripping and Jesus came to him-”

“Did you ask what he took cause I might enjoy dinner more if I got some.”

“No, I didn’t. Sorry,” I said. “But I’m sure it’s something you can get over the counter.”

“Noted.”

“And let’s see.” I squinted out the windshield. “He lives at home right now because he’s saving money so he can start his own skateboard academy.”

Aiden’s thick eyebrows came together. “Is that even a thing?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know, but I suppose I could’ve asked his parents because they were there.”

He shook his head and checked his mirrors. “No they weren’t.”

“Oh yeah. Both of ‘em. Just watching the date. Super normal.”

“I don’t understand why it didn’t work out.”

I smiled. “I know, right? Actually, I thought he was the perfect guy until he suggested that the pink streaks in my hair were a cry for help.”

He turned and looked at me. “I think they suit you,” he said, his eyes smiling. “Better than the green anyway.”

“I’m not saying it’s the craziest Tinder date I’ve gone on, but it was the first time anyone’s told me I’m perfect the way God made me.”

“Aww,” Aiden said, making a right hand turn. “He sounds sweet.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Among other things,” he added.

I kept my eyes on his forearms as he changed gears, surprised that they hadn’t shrunk from his rugby playing days. When we were kids, they were the same size as mine. Now they must’ve been two or three times bigger.

“I don’t know why you put yourself through this shit,” he said.

“It’s just a bit of fun.”

“Is it? It seems like so much effort.”

“Well, compared to having models throw themselves at you, I suppose it is kind of a hassle.”

“Models don’t throw themselves at me.”

“Really?” I asked. “Who was the last girl you dated that wasn’t a model?”

“Annie,” he said, turning off his wipers.

“Oh, I forgot about her. The dancer, right?”

“Yeah.”

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