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then, but thankfully, our food came and I managed to sneak in a gulp of much-needed water.
     
                  The dinner never got any more relaxed, but it wasn’t too torturous. The conversation went the same, with Tyson’s mother asking me questions, I’d cordially answer, and Tyson would break in every now and then with a witty remark.
     
                  I was thankful when it was over and I could go put some fresh deodorant on.
     
                 
     
                  “She loves you,” Tyson assured me over the phone later that night while I lay in my bed.
                  “She’s has her own law firm!” was my random reply. Tyson laughed.
                  “So what?” he said.
                  “Does she cook?” I asked him. I had to know.
                  “Hell no,” he replied, and I could just hear him smiling. “She’s the least domestic woman on the face of this earth. When she was still married to my dad, all we ever ate was take-out.”
                  Well, if anything, that was a relief.
                  “So when do I meet your dad?” I asked him.
                  “In due time, honey,” he yawned. Then, sleepily, he added, “I love you, Ava.”
                  I smiled.
                  “I love you, Tyson.”
     

3.
     
     
                 
                  Everyone loved Tyson.
                  Even people that didn’t know him liked him. People who’d heard him at the Battle of the Bands, people who’d seen him at Ma rcher to visit his sister Laura and me, and by word of mouth, no one had a bad thing to say about him. He was that cool guy .
                  Cassie and Emily really just liked him so much because he made me so happy all of the time. Tyson and I never even so much as had a simple argument. In a way, Tyson changed me. I’d never been mean to anyone b efore meeting Tyson, but after we met, I was definitely a lot kinder and a lot more outgoing than before…a lot less cynical about the world.
     
     
    In May, after Tyson and I had been together for a little over six months, the “big question” came up. Well, it was the “big question” for a seventeen-year-old girl, at least. It was Emily who asked it.
     
    We were studying in the library one afternoon and Emily abruptly just blurted it out.
    “Have you and Tyson been…?” her voice trailed off when she asked, as if she couldn’t say the word “sex” out loud.
    “No,” was my honest answer. She didn’t believe me at first.
    “Ava, seriously,” she replied, giving me a look. “You can tell me. It’s okay if you are…I just assumed you were. Me and Jake are. We have been since, like, the second month we were dating.”
    “Are you serious?” I asked her, a little incredulously. I’d really had no idea.
    “Yeah,” Emily admitted. “Are you and Tyson really not — ?”
    “No,” I told her firmly. “We really aren’t.”
    “Have you at least talked about it?” she asked. I shrugged.
    “Not too much,” I replied. “I mean, we’ve briefly discussed it here and there, but it’s never really come up as something serious.”
    “You’ve fooled around though, right?” she asked. I didn’t know where this was going.
    “Sure,” I replied, then lightly added, “Have you seen my boyfriend? I couldn’t just not physically take advantage of that!” It was a joke. I was hoping it would lead to a change in subject.
    “Me and Jake talked about it before we did it,” she pressed on. “He’s my first, but I’m not his, and in the beginning, that kind of bothered me. But it’s totally cool.”
    I just nodded, not sure what kind of response she was expecting out of me.
    “I still can’t believe you and Tyson haven’t yet!” she went on. “From the way Jake talks, he’s so sure Tyson’s