Page 66 of Three Not-So-Little Words
I chuckle. “No, that’s not really my style.”
I feel like that should have some sort of follow-up statement. “I’m not saying you need to save yourself until marriage or anything. But I do think it’s important that you wait to do it with someone you at least feel comfortable with. And I assume you didn’t feel comfortable withMikey.”
“Not really. He’s been with a lot of girls.”
“How many is a lot?” I ask. “You know what? I don’t think I want to know. Look Eve, I’ve been with my fair share of guys. But one thing I’ve learned is how to walk away when something doesn’t feel right. You don’t want to get put in a bad situation.”
“I just feel so stupid. I thought he really liked me.”
I put my hand on her knee. “I’m going to tell you one very important fact of life. Teenage boys only have one thing on their minds. And it kind of turns them into little demons. But you don’t have to fall for their bullshit until you’re ready.”
“Aunt Ronnie, how old were you when you first did it?”
Anotherbigdrink of boozy hot chocolate.
“We aren’t talking about me here, young lady.”
“Really?”
“I was young, but it was with my boyfriend who I’d been with for a while.”
“I thought you didn’t have boyfriends.”
Do kids remember everything and use it against you?
“Back then, I did. But enough about me. I think you need to forget about Mikey. And while you’re at it, forget about Amanda. She sounds like a super shitty friend.”
“Yeah, I’m starting to get that now.”
I scoot to the middle of the couch and put my arm around her. “Being a teenager kind of sucks. But I promise that it gets better. Not all guys are assholes.”
“What about that guy who was here earlier? Is he an asshole?”
“Drew?” I ask. “No, I don’t think he’s an asshole.”
“So, what’s wrong with him being your boyfriend?”
“I think if I were ready to settle down, he’d be a great boyfriend,” I answer honestly. I don’t know Drew super well, but I can usually get a good read on people, and he seems like a good guy.
I continue, “I’m sure I’d be the one who would end up hurting him.”
We both sip on our drinks before Eve asks, “So, is my mom coming to get me? I’m surprised she hasn’t busted through the door yet.”
“I bought you tonight, but tomorrow, you’re going to have to face the music.”
“How mad do you think she’s going to be?”
“Probably pretty pissed. But you need to apologize, admit you were wrong, and take your punishment. It’s going to be much easier than arguing with her about why you did it.”
“Thanks for letting me stay.”
“Anytime, sweets. But next time, call first.”
The following morning, I’m up bright and early in anticipation of my sister showing up. I’m barely on my first cup of coffee when she’s banging on the door.
I open it, and Michelle comes blowing in like a hurricane. A short, feisty hurricane.
“Where is she?”
