Page 4 of The Hookup Situation

“Classes are going well?”

“Yep.”

“Any new developments?”

I chuckle. Mom will get a kick out of my new quandary. “Well, I’m trying to decide if I like guys or not.”

“Oh, really?” She seems intrigued and I smile. My parents have never been the type to care who we date or fuck, as long as we’re careful. They taught us from an early age that love is love and we’ve always felt safe with them, knowing whoever we bring home they’ll welcome them just like they would their own children.

“Yeah, I saw this guy at the coffee shop today and, I don’t know, he really grabbed my attention, so now I’m kinda curious.”

“Ooh, keep me updated. Your brother will love to hear this.”

I chuckle. “How is Paris? That little minx never calls me.”

She laughs. “He’s a whirlwind. You know your brother. He’s always off doing something. But he loves you, you know that.”

Paris is my complete opposite in every way. Extroverted, lively, energetic. Whereas I was the one playing the sports in high school, he was the one on the cheer team. I prefer spending my evenings at home relaxing, and Paris wants to do anything but that. He is always going to a party, hanging with friends, shopping, or trying out a new hobby. It helped some when he got a job so he could afford to do all the things he wanted to do. It kept him busy, and Mom and Dad didn’t have to go broke.

“I do. I miss him though. Miss you all.”

“We miss you, too, baby. You coming home before Thanksgiving?”

I sigh. “I don’t think so. I’ve got a lot going on here.”

“I understand. We’re really proud of you. You know that, right?”

I smile. “Yeah, I do. Listen, Mom, I gotta go and get some dinner. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Okay, sweetie. We love you.”

“Love you too, Mom. Say hi to Dad for me.” I hang up and let out a sigh. Chris comes out of his room just then and heads into the kitchen.

“Your mom?”

“Yeah.”

“Everything okay?”

I nod.

“I was gonna make pasta. You want some?”

My stomach growls. “Yes.”

He grins at me and I sit down at the bar while he cooks. I’ve known Chris since freshman year and he’s met my family. I grew up about two hours north of here and I go home as much as I can, and bring him with me. My parents adore him, and I can’t blame them. He’s an awesome guy. We got along so well freshman year that we decided to be roommates sophomore year, and then got this apartment together at the beginning of this year.

“Thanks,” I say when he puts a bowl of tortellini in front of me, covered in sauce and sprinkled with parmesan cheese. God, it looks delicious.

“No problem.”

“You wanna watch something?” I ask as I stuff my face.

“Nah, I’m gonna eat in my room and try to get more studying done.”

“Okay.” He heads to his room and I plop myself down on the sofa and turn onThe Big Bang Theoryas I scarf down my meal and try to figure out what it is about Coffee Shop Guy that has me all discombobulated.

I came up with a four step plan for figuring out my sexuality, or at least whether or not I’m into guys.

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