Page 81 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
I nudged him back, sending him a private smile before facing Maggie. “Yeah, I made it. I used Mom’s recipe, but I added a little something extra.”
Maggie chimed in. “Honestly, Win, this iswaybetter than Mom’s. You need to tell me your secrets.”
I snorted. “Thanks, Mags. And sure, if you want.”
She smiled at me. “Or I can just ask you to bring some every time I have a party.”
My chest felt like it’d been opened wide, my heart hanging out for everyone to see. “I… I’d like that.” Fuck, would I like that.
She smiled, and Nash nodded. “That’s definitely a great idea. I hate peeling potatoes.”
Everyone laughed at that and went back to eating.
“So, Nash,” I said after I’d finished my third plate—and definitely not my last—of the night. “I hear you’re a musician?"
“I am.” He did a little head nod thing with a shoulder shrug, like maybe he was embarrassed to admit it. It was… endearing.
“What do you play?”
“Uh, I play a little bit of everything that most bands need for recording—so guitar, bass, drums, keyboard, and I sing backup sometimes.”
“That sounds amazing,” Aeson said, moving closer to us so he could join in the conversation.
Nash grinned at him. “Thanks. It’s a lot of fun. I’m lucky I found something I love so much.”
I glanced over to find Chaos and Lyric still talking, and they both seemed okay, so I refocused on Nash. “Do you have a main instrument or a favorite?”
He did that little nod-shrug thing again. “I go back and forth between the drums and bass. They’re both a lot of fun, and I feel like I get to play around with them a little more than I do when I’m playing guitar.”
“That’s cool. I hear you’re in a band too?”
“Yep. We write our own music, so we don’t play shows a lot since it’s just for fun. We’re not trying to, like, make money doing it or anything.”
Miles said, “That’s awesome. Can you guys let us know when your next show is? We’d love to come see you play.”
Nash looked genuinely surprised. “Really?”
I nodded. “Absolutely. That sounds like fun.”
Maggie said, “That would be so awesome. I barely ever have anyone to go with.”
“Really?”
She nodded, and Ace said, “Too bad I can’t come.” His frown was so deep, I wanted to hug him.
Nash said, “Sometimes we play all-ages shows.”
Ace’s eyes lit up. “Really? Oh my god, I love live music.”
“Do you play anything?”
Ace shrugged. “I used to play guitar a little, and I played trombone in school.”
“You don’t play anymore?”
He bit his lip. “Well… I do, I just… don’t do it as much as I want.”
Nash asked him what kind of guitar he had, and Ace started going on and on, gesturing with his hands excitedly. And Nash was being so good with him. It was so freaking adorable.
