Then comes… wait, we’re not letting her get married again
Lucy
Then comes situationship?
January
I don’t even know what that means
Lucy
Does anyone??
I crack up and press my phone to my chest for a second.
“Who’s that?” He fills the glasses and sets the bottle down on the table.
“No one,” I say too quickly and glance back down at my phone.
“No one?” Then he dumps the rest of the grocery bag on my table. Microwave popcorn, chocolate, and chips.
“Fine, it’s Lucy and January. They think it’s hilarious we’re hanging out together.”
“Of course they do.” Atticus snorts. “My sister is the nosiest woman I know.”
I don’t mention that they’re singing playground songs about us.
Me
Very busy, leave me alone
January
YEAH YOU’RE BUSY
Lucy
That’s kinda gross
Me
I’m busy giving your brother a dating lesson, gotta run
January
Wait, babes… pretend you’re an exciting person and do something reckless
Me
Like?
January
If I’ve gotta explain, then…
“You know, texting while hanging out is kind of rude. Didn’t you tell me that the other night?”
I look up, and Atticus is staring at me with a smirk.