Page 51 of Rule 3: Never Fake Marry the Coach's Son
“Yes. I am his best friend.” I eye Finn. “Best friends are very close.”
Noah joins us, and a smile touches Finn’s lips. “Noah is my best friend.”
I nod, pleased he understands. “Then you know what I mean.”
For some reason, Finn’s smile collapses. “But he’s also my husband.”
“Oskar is my husband.”
“But—”
I stare.
Finn stares.
Finally Finn shakes his head. “You know, Sebastian’s friend was not impressed that you didn’t let him speak to Oskar at the party at our house.”
“He wanted to speak to Oskar alone.”
“You speak with Oskar alone.”
“I am his husband.”
“But— “
Noah elbows him, and then they seem to be doing a strange sort of staring match instead.
Finally, Finn huffs out a breath. “You know if you want to be his husband in every sense of the word, that would be cool.”
I furrow my brow. “What do you mean?”
“You know. Every sense.” Finn waggles his eyebrows like he’s trying to communicate in code.
“You’re strange,” I declare.
Noah giggles, then Finn elbows him and then they start elbowing each other in the hallway. I know from experience that this sort of behavior leads them to making out, and the conversation is officially over.
I wander away, wondering what it might be like to have the sort of close relationship that Noah and Finn have. I have that with Oskar of course, but we don’t start randomly making out.
I glance back at Finn and Noah.
Yep, they’re totally acting like they’re in the end of a romantic comedy now, the part where the music swells and the camera starts spinning.
Troy and Jason are working out.
Jason frowns. “You seriously married Oskar? In Vegas? Just like Noah and Finn.”
“Is traditional American wedding celebration place.”
Troy nods. “Well, that’s correct.”
Noah and Finn enter the locker room.
Troy scrunches his lips. “Though, you know, you can get certified online.”
“What does that mean?”
“You could have asked one of us to marry you.”
