Page 136 of Never Stop
“It might be a side effect of the oxy too.”
“Great.” As I wiped the tears from my eyes, I heard the garage open. “Easton’s here.”
“And that means Avery is too.”
I looked up at her. “Why?”
“Because we want to see you. We don’t hang out that often these days.”
“Because we’re old married ladies now.” I tried to laugh at my own joke, but couldn’t.
The boys walked in and Easton’s gaze immediately met mine. “We got pizza,” he said, stopping with two pizza boxes in his arms.
“We’re not waiting for Cheyenne?” I asked.
“She’s staying at my folks.”
“Okay.” I watched Avery walk toward us with what looked like a packing box. He kissed Nicole before putting the box on the table. “What’s that?” I pointed at the box.
“That, B.B., is going to help you.”
“What?”
“Let me ask you this,” Easton said. “How do you feel about Purple Cheese?”
My eyebrows furrowed and Nicole stifled a laugh. “Purple Cheese?”
“Yeah. Purple Cheese.” Easton set an orange prescription bottle with no label on the coffee table and then sat next to me.
I looked at all three pairs of eyes as they stared at me. “Is there Purple Cheese in there?” I pointed at the case, seeingsomethingin it, but couldn’t make it out.
He smirked. “There is.”
“And where did you get this cheese from?”
“Traver.”
“Does he make it?”
Avery snorted and I glared at him.
“No,” Easton answered.
“Will you two fuckers knock it off?” Nicole snapped. “It’s pot, B.”
I groaned. “No thanks.”
Avery started to open the cardboard box on the table. “Just try it,” Easton said. “If you don’t like it or it doesn’t work, you don’t have to do it again.”
“It will make you feel better,” Nicole stated. “Then you’ll get to eat all the pizza you want. You like pizza.”
I did like pizza. I mean, who couldn’t like something that you could order in a million different ways. Don’t like cheese? Just have sauce. Don’t like pepperoni? Get veggie. Gluten free? There’s a solution for that too.
“What are you scared of?” Easton asked. “Everyone in this room has done it except you.”
“So this is peer pressure?” I asked.
“No,” Nicole stated. “We all know how it will help you. We only want the best for you.”
