Page 39 of Bad Behavior

“Definitely,” Forest says. “Jameson was just complaining that food is so expensive.”

I scratch my stubble on my cheek. “Yeah, thanks.”

This is how it is with Asher. He gets these amazing things, like this gift certificate, or the second hand beater car that is now parked in my driveway. And then, often as not, he just gives them away to me.

I might need it, but it’s still a little uncomfortable. The worst part is that he’s not even really aware of the value of what he gives away. I know that if I corner him and wave the stuff he’s given me under his nose, he will just shrug.

How do I even begin to start repaying what I owe him? I don’t even know how to calculate the cost, honestly.

“Hey, you’re off today, right?” Asher asks.

“I am,” I say slowly.

“Perfect. I want to go see Hellboy.”

“You want what?”

He sighs dramatically. “You work too much, and don’t pay enough attention to what’s playing at the box office. Trust me, you’re gonna love it. You too, Forest, if you’re not busy.”

“Hell yeah!” Forest says. “Let me get my jacket.”

I cast an eye over Asher. He notices me looking.

“What?” he says. “I know you’re not going to turn down a free movie and popcorn.”

And he’s right, I’m not. But I am adding it to the total tally of what I owe Asher, which is growing heavier and heavier the longer we’re friends.

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