Page 66 of Wild Eyes
A real relic.
“Who put it there?”
I shrug again. He’ll work with Skylar, and I don’t want to make anything weird for her by spilling things.
The smart motherfucker figures it out anyway.
“Ugh. Are you being a weird fanboy right now?”
“I’m not a weird fanboy. We’re friends.”
“You look like a teenage girl who got kissed by a Jonas brother. Are you going to swoon? Not wash your face for a week?”
“Get outta here.” I glance out the window, trying not to laugh.
Ford is a mouthy prick, though. He doesn’t let up. “You gonna touch your cheek and make out with your hand later?”
I punch him playfully this time, laughing while cussing him out. “Fuck you, man.”
“I bet you’ll actually use your hand to?—”
“Choose your next words carefully.” I give him a warning glare, and he just laughs.
“Ohboy.”
“You oh boy.” I volley back stupidly with a chuckle as I scrub at the mark. Secretly a little sad to part with proof of Skylar marching up and kissing me. It was far too easy to imagine that being the norm.
I am being a weird fanboy.
“Does she know you’re obsessed with her?”
“I’m not obsessed with her.”
Only a little bit.
“You’re a fan. I told Rosie, you and little West would be too excited to handle her living on your property. I just can’t make Bash build the guesthouse any faster when he’s constantly called out to fires, or I’d stop torturing you.”
Is it bad I’m wishing for more forest fires?
“I’m not a fan. Emmy is a fan, and I take an interest in all the things my daughter likes. And he’s not little West. He’sbigWest.”
Ford’s head turns to me at the red light, and he looks at me like I’m the biggest idiot he’s ever seen. It’s possible that I am. He’s seen me do some dumb shit in our almost two decades of friendship.
“Does she know you have her episode ofSNLsaved as a favorite on YouTube?”
“It’s a funny episode.”
“What’s your favorite skit?”
Silence descends because I don’t fucking know. I don’t watch the skits.
Ford bursts out laughing, and I can’t contain myself either. I cover my eyes with the heels of my hands. “Whatever. Just drop it. I’m trying to be cool, and you’re not helping.”
“Okay, next time I’ll get Rosie to kiss my cheek with lipstick and we can show up matching.”
“Gross, dude. That’s my sister.”
“I said my cheek, not my?—”
