Page 83 of Love on the Waiver Wire

I cringe, biting my lower lip. “Well, funny you should ask. I drank a little beforehand, and then he brought wine, and I drank some of that, and then as I was getting too horny from the alcohol the onions hit me like a bus.”

“Isla Warner did you seriously cry because you were too horny?”

“No! I’m serious! He was chopping onions right in front of me!”

The three look between each other, looking skeptical.

“I promise on my life I did not cry because I was drunk and horny. It was the onions.”

“I’ll only believe you if you film him the next time he chops things. I want to see what you’re working with.”

* * *

Momma Warner

I haven’t seen you in weeks honey, why don’t you come to the game today?

I’m not feeling great

That’s funny because I saw Mila post a photo of you from brunch. Come to the game today, please? We’re not going to be here forever.

I mean I’ll see you next week at Leo’s holiday party!

Come to the game.

Yes ma’am.

* * *

I’d rather be almost anywhere but here at the stadium today. The guilt eats at me, deep in my core.

Leo and I have always gotten along. We’ve always been best buds, so us not getting along really sucks.

“Have you heard from your brother recently?” she asks in that tone that tells me she knows exactly what’s going on and she just wants to weasel her way into the middle of it.

“Nope,” I respond simply as I take some popcorn from my dad, tightening my coat around me.

“Well I think you should.”

I don’t respond, instead focusing on the game.

My mom shifts in her seat. “Ted, what did Leo say his agent mentioned about the new contract the other day?”

My dad, popcorn half in his mouth, just looks at her, trying to figure out what she’s asking.

“When you guys had that talk yesterday. What did he say his agent said?”

“Oh, yeah, that talk. Umm, I think he said that there’s a small possibility that he won’t get the deal he wants.” He nods, taking another handful of popcorn in his fist.

The thing is, I know my brother. I know that he’d take literally anything they offered him.

“It’s a shame if that happens,” my mom shakes her head solemnly.

I roll my eyes.

I’ll talk to him eventually. I may even talk to him soon.

But that’s for me to decide, not them.

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