Page 105 of Pride High 2: Orange
His sister didn’t appear, which was fine, because Anthony shook him off and got to his feet. Omar led the way down the hall, jostling him inside before he slammed the door shut and locked it. Then he turned around and grinned, the most important questioneveron his lips.
“Did you do it?”
“Yes,” Anthony said with a chuckle. “We did.”
“Hell yeah!” Omar said, clenching a fist victoriously. “A virgin no more! As soon I opened the front door, I knew you were a changed man. You looked more mature somehow. I bet you could pass for eighteen. We should try buying some smokes.”
Anthony smiled. “I don’t feel that different. Except…”
“Yeah?”
“I sort of do.”
“So fucking awesome!” Omar said, walking over to give him an elbow bump. “Tell me everything.”
Anthony cocked an eyebrow at this. “You want details?”
“Yup. Who came first? And who came the most?”
“Cameron,” Anthony said. “On both counts.”
“Nice. And is he super hung, mega hung, or unbelievably hung?”
“I was very impressed,” Anthony said while slowly turning pink. “It wasn’t about that though. Not really.”
“Yeah, of course,” Omar plopped down on the mattress. “I bet it was crazy romantic. Smooth move getting that old guy to loan you his house. We need to talk about that actually.”
“Are things heating up between you and Silvia?” Anthony asked while taking off his coat and folding it over one of the canvas chairs.
“Yeah. Well, maybe. Nothing much has happened since the dry-humping incident. Which, let me repeat once more, was incredibly cool. But like you said, it’s more than just the sexual stuff. I met her parents.”
Anthony’s eyebrows shot up. “You did?”
“Yup. While you were knocking boots with Cameron, I went to Silvia’s place. And I had my mom’s green bean casserole with me.”
“Genius! That’s a crowd pleaser.”
“Right? I also had little presents for everyone. That was my excuse, like I only wanted to drop off all that stuff because, um, I wasn’t exactly invited.”
“Oh.”
“It worked anyway!” Omar assured him. “Silvia was surprised, and yeah, she said my name in that way she does, like she wanted to strangle me. But we got past that and it was a really great time.”
He used to wonder if her parents were strict, but it turned out that they were nice. Although a little tough to communicate with. Mrs. Diaz spoke decent English, but Silvia still had to translate a bunch back and forth. So her parents didn’t get most of his jokes, and he wasn’t sure if he managed to come across as charming or not. They’d worked around the language barrier by playing a board game together. Clue was great that way, since you could hold up the murder weapon or point at the suspect. And hey, now he knew how to say “conservatory” and “candlestick” in Spanish. Not that it was likely to be useful. What the hell was a conservatory anyway?
“They probably don’t think I’m future son-in-law material just yet,” Omar added, “but I figure I’m one step closer.”
Anthony shook his head ruefully as he sat down next to him. “You’re such a family man. I don’t care if I ever meet Cameron’s dad. Or anyone else in his family. I just want him.”
“You can’t separate one from the other. Your family is part of who you are, right? It’s a package deal. That’s why it was so important for me to meet Silvia’s parents. Now I have a better idea of who she is.”
Anthony snorted. “And yet, Cameron’s family wasn’t around last night, and we got to know each other just fine.”
“I bet you did,” Omar said with a grin before he flopped back on his elbows. “Hey, can I ask you something kind of weird?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“Which one of you was the girl?”
