Page 31 of Fun Together
“I can give you a ride if you need one,” I offer.
“No, I don’t want you to have to leave too. You should continue your night,” she says.
“I’m kind of tired, honestly.” Maybe the biggest lie I’ve ever told. I’ve never been so keyed up in my life. I don’t want to stay here, and I don’t want to go home, either.
“Are you good to drive?” Rett asks me.
“Been drinking water all night.” Since I have a thirty-minute drive back to my parents’ house after this, I didn’t want to drink too much. Turns out, I haven’t even wanted to drink at all.
Rett leads Faye over to the side to have a private conversation, but I hear bits here and there.
“IsthatEli?”
“Shhh, you’re yelling!”
“ShouldIget the Uber and leave you two?”
“. . . just friends . . . helping me . . .”
Does that mean Faye had already told Rett about me? I wonder what she said to her. They turn back to me, and I pretend I wasn’t listening.
Rett loops her arm through Faye’s. “Off to her murder-apartment it is, then.”
“You’re a McAngel.”
Faye is nestled in the passenger seat of my truck, McDonald’s bag snuggled up to her chest. We’re parked on the street in front of where she lives, an old brick building that looks one development deal away from demolition.I think I know what Rett meant earlier with the murder-apartment comment.
Rett pipes in from the back seat, “A guardian McAngel.”
I pop a chicken nugget into my mouth. “Yeah, I come to earth once a year to bring the McRib back.”
Faye giggles through a mouthful of fries. “The McRib Messiah.”
“Do not say McRib to me right now unless you want me to throw up inside of this hat.” Rett holds up a cap I got at a charity basketball game I played in a couple of years ago.
It’s a wonder there’s even room for her to sit. “Sorry for the mess back there.”
She removes the Red Bull can she’s sitting on. “I’d say this the perfect ambience for post-drinking fast food.”
Faye leans around to hand Rett a burger, pausing midway to turn to me. A piece of her hair falls down to tickle my arm. “It’s okay if we eat in here, right?”
“Yeah, that’s fine.” The idea of going back to the pull-out couch in the basement is something I wanted to put off as long as possible, so I was eager for the detour we took before heading to Faye’s place.
“So Rett, didyourfun needs get met tonight?” I ask her.
“You told him!” Rett screams, grabbing Faye’s shoulder.
Faye gently removes Rett’s hand. “Please calm down.”
“Was I not supposed to know?” I ask.
“I’m just surprised,” Rett says. Surprised Faye told me, or surprised Faye “kissed” me?
“So, what are the other fun needs?” I ask.
“You really don’t need to know,” Faye says, unwrapping her burger.
“You tell him about the needs, but you won’t show him the full list?”
