Page 42 of Faking Summer
Me
Like you’d eversay no to an orgy
Bailey
Can one of you idiots just answer my question?
Me
Where at?
Parker
Let’s do it at Willow’s.
Bailey
Bet
A few hours later, I pulled up to the party, and Bailey was waiting by his truck for me.
"Went on a date with Bakergirl last week. She's actually hilarious, man," Bailey said, grinning like an idiot as I shut my truck door.
We strolled toward the entrance. "Is that so?"
"Swear, bro. It's not often I'm around someone who's funny like I am." He laughed.
"Glad things are going so smoothly for you,” Crew added as he slid up next to me. "Sam wants to make things exclusive, which means I'd have to cut off the twins." He shook his head, a wry smile playing on his lips.
I couldn't help but snicker. "You? Exclusive?" I arched an eyebrow, leaning against the wall. Crew with only one girl—that was something I had never seen. "Do you even do that?"
Crew rubbed the back of his neck. "You know, that's a great question," he mused. "I always thought I’d never be a one-woman type of guy," he continued, his gaze drifting across the party. "I just have so much love to give... but maybe I should give the girlfriend thing a try?"
"Finally growing up, huh?" Parker asked as he clapped us both on the shoulder. "I'm so proud of you assholes."
"Cheers to that," I said, my voice a low drawl, not entirely sure if I was toasting to the sentiment or the notion that maybe we were all actually growing this summer.
"Didn't you and Willow just happen like ten minutes ago?" Bailey asked Parker, giving him shit.
"This coffee has been brewing for a while, my man," he replied, his grin flashing. It was obvious the entire summer that those two were into each other.
Boston turned to me after grabbing a beer from the cooler. "Hey man," he said.
"Hey," I nodded back. The simplicity of the greeting was a lot for us. We shook up, a casual collision of hands that we didn’t often do.
"I'm glad you've been spending some time with Mom," he added.
"Taking it slow with her, but things are okay."
"I get it," he replied, nodding. "I also never got a chance to tell you—thank you."
"For what?"
"For stepping aside when it came to Chandler," he said, and though the words were simple, they were heavy. "You could've made things a lot more difficult for us. I know you have your own history."
"Nah," I murmured. "I should've never stepped in the way to begin with. But I'm happy for you two."
He gave me a nod, and it almost felt like the grudges between us were beginning to dissolve. I reached out and clapped him on the back as we navigated through the bodies.
