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I—”
    “Bubba is bringing Pretty Megan to the party!” Faith exclaims and both my parent’s eyes fly onto me.
    Cute, but not subtle.
    “Who’s Megan?” Mom folds her arms across her chest.
    “The cake lady!” Faith squeals.
    “You picked up a girl while you were supposed to be grabbing your grandmother’s cake?” Mom looks at me disapprovingly. Quickly she looks at dad, “See. You already have a mini you. No need for more.”
    When he opens his mouth to argue back, I interrupt, “No. She’s not just any girl. She’s the girl . She’s the one from the photo.”
    “The one you took from...” Mom’s voice trails off. “The one who used to be your best friend? That gave you the firetruck and told you never to forget her?”
    “Exactly!”
    Great. Now I sound like Little Bit. Is that so wrong? To be this fucking excited? How often does your dream chick just walk into your life? Better yet how often does your dream chick walk out and almost ten years later just walk right back in? Go ahead and research that shit. I’ve got a minute.
    “That’s sweet you two found each other again.” Mom smirks.
    “It’s weird. Feels like we were never apart...” A goofy smile comes on my face.
    That is not normal right? That whole haven’t seen each other in forever, but feels like you never left thing. What? Why do you have a giant ass smile too?
    “Anyway, I invited her to Mimi’s birthday party and with a little help from my baby sister she was convinced to go.”
    “No one likes to tell me no.” Faith plays with a curl. “That’s what Daddy says.”
    “Just because we don’t like to, doesn’t mean we won’t.” Mom fusses while Dad simply shrugs.
    Yeah. Not one Kellar by the balls, but both of us. If it wasn’t for Mom she would be so much worse.
    “Kid it’s perfectly fine that she comes. Now if it was some random girl you were bringing because you wanted to Daft Punk and Pharrell, we’d have a problem.”
    Slightly confused I stare at her waiting for her to explain when it hits me.
    Oh! The song! Get Lucky. Clever. Outdated. But still pretty clever. And now stuck in my damn head. Thanks Mom.
    “It’s not. I just...I don’t know. I never expected to see her again, then BAM there she was. Suddenly I was that ten year old hopping off the swing to walk her home all over again,” I confess.
    Shit. Why do I feel like I’m in for trouble? One thing I’ve learned from watching everyone hook up in this family is love equals trouble. The real kind of love anyway.
    Dad smirks and says, “One girl in the morning and a different girl in the evening. Yup. My kid.”
    “That’s not a moment to be proud,” Mom scolds taking Faith out of his grip.
    “It is if Megan does to him what you did to me,” the comeback threatens to make Mom smirk.
    Fighting it hard she turns before anyone can see it. Now talking to Faith she says, “Come on Little Bit. Gotta fix your hair and change you for Mimi’s party.”
    “Yay!” her voice trails off as they head for the stairs.
    Once they’re completely gone, I turn to look at Dad who is still smiling. “Promise me something Kid.”
    “What’s that?”
    “If this girl is as amazing as you remember her, which by the goofy fucking look on your face she is, don’t let her get away twice.”
    Prepared to shrug it off, not sure if it’s love or nostalgia, I start, “Come on Dad... I—”
    “No.” He points a stern finger at me. “Promise. And thank me later.”
    Darting my eyes to the ground I mumble, “Fine. Promise.”
    Get away twice? It’s not like I had control over the first time. Almost a decade ago her parents moved somewhere up north because of her father’s job, leaving our friendship ripped apart. I’ve never forgotten the day I watched the moving truck drive away with more than just my favorite stuffed animal. It left with a very special piece of me that hasn’t ever been replaced. That weird piece that I tried filling with sports and working