Page 34 of Me Three
“Not sure yet. I’ll message you if I sleep over,” I say, and Dad nods.
“Just stay safe, kiddo,” he says.
Mom looks at me and points to Dad. “What he said.”
I laugh and turn my back to them about to go when I remember about Virginia Beach.
“I-I’m also going away on Friday. I’ll have to miss movie night,” I say and bite the inside of my cheek hoping they’re not upset. Even if they aren’t, I am with myself. How could I forget movie night?
“That’s okay,” Mom says. “We can do movie night when you’re back. Where are you going?”
I tell her where and why I’m going, but I leave out the part about Everett. Mainly the part that he’s my teacher and I’m, well, sort of dating him now, I guess.
Not that they’re going to be judgemental, but I don’t want to burden them with my personal life. Not until I have a clue what’s going on with it, anyway.
I leave the house and drive to Everett and Carter’s apartment on the other side of town. I manage to find a parking space around the block and walk to the entrance and ring their bell.
The door grumbles and I push it open, jump in the elevator, and press the number for the fifth floor, taking the chance to look at myself in the mirror.
My curly hair is starting to form bangs, which is not a terrible look, but my sides need shaving again, as does my face. I hate facial hair on me. Thankfully, it doesn’t grow fast, which means I can go a couple of days without shaving it off. Not that I have much in the way of facial hair to start with.
I’m wearing the same black coat as last time, only this time I’m actually clothed underneath. And I’ve skipped the lipstick and the heels, although they’re all in my trunk if the need arises. I tend to keep a lot of stuff in my trunk for my hookups. I got to protect my poor mother from heart attacks in case she ever decides to clean my bedroom, after all.
It’s one thing knowing and accepting your kid is non-binary. It’s another to find the mother lode of kink and sex toys in your child’s bedroom.
The elevator ding and the doors open. As I walk down the corridor to apartment 503, the door opens.
And Carter is standing behind it, gawking at me.
“What areyoudoing here?” he asks.
Eleven
Everett
I’ve not been so giddy for a date in a while, and it’s not even got anything to do with being horny, although, of course, I am.
One would think I’d never met Tru and this is our first time meeting in person. Which is bullshit.
I’ve seen their o-face. I’ve been inside them. I’ve shot my cum down their throat.
So why the hell am I nervous about a simple dinner and spending some time together?
Is it because Carter won’t be there? Although, technically, he’s still going to be in the house. We never established a booty call protocol because… well, I don’t date. And anyone I bring home is usually shared between us, unless he’s a repeat. And well, Carter doesn’t date, full stop. So there was never a need for the “roommate protocol.”
Maybe it’s time we established one.
I have a shower while waiting for them and make sure to apply plenty of deodorant and fragrance to get rid of my BO—one of the cons of being so hairy—and get dressed in semi-casual clothes. My black denims and white baggy sweater—which is easily disposable if the heat turns up, but comfy enough if it doesn’t—and I’m ready.
When the intercom rings, I buzz them through and go to quickly brush my teeth.
“What areyoudoing here?” Carter says standing at the front door looking out.
Fuck. I wanted to get that. Although I guess better get it out of the way now than leave it for later to ruin the mood.
“Tru,” I say, rushing to Carter’s side and looking at them, dashing and radiant as usual. “I invited them,” I tell Carter. “Come in.”
Carter stands frozen in the middle, and Tru walks around him with an awkward smile. Once they’re inside, they take their coat off and I admire their body.
