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night.”
    When I walked into the house, my mother was watching television. “Hey, honey, how was your
    night?” she asked as she sipped her tea on the couch.
    “Unexpectedly good, Mom.” I said without further explanation on the way to my room.
    Thoughts of her kept me up that night. It felt good to have reconnected, but what was screwing
    with me were all of the things I wasn’t expecting to feel, how attracted I was to her.
    She hadn’t given me back my hoodie. I thought about her wearing it and how much I loved the
    thought of her delicate little body in my clothes. I thought about what it would be like to taste her plump, red lips. I imagined burying my nose in her long, silky hair and kissing the nape of her
    neck.
    Sucking on her neck.
    It troubled me that I was having these thoughts about Skylar…little Skylar. Not so little
    anymore.
    I was hard. And I was fucked.
    She was someone I could see myself really falling for. But there was one thing I knew for sure:
    I would not let things go any further than friends, fall in love with a girl like Skylar and hurt her.
    I remembered how in love my parents seemed when I was small. They were always all over
    each other, and it grossed me out. My Dad had told my mother how much he loved her all the
    time, only to leave her years later for a younger woman. My mother almost died from a broken
    heart. In my experience, love doesn’t last forever, and someone always gets hurt.
    That wasn’t going to be me, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be Skylar. So, when it came to
    her, I would keep my dick in my pants if it killed me.
    Someone should start planning my funeral.
    CHAPTER 5
    SKYLAR
    Angie sat on my bed cleaning her camera lens. “I can’t believe it doesn’t bother you that Mitch
    dates other girls.”
    A lump formed in my throat. “He’s not my boyfriend, so why should it matter?
    Angie took my picture. “Uh-huh.”
    “What was that for?” I snapped.
    “I want you to see what your face looks like when you’re lying through your teeth.”
    I rolled my eyes. “He’s like a brother to me, Ang.”
    “Then, that’s just gross because he clearly wants you. I don’t understand why you’re not
    together.”
    “Who says Mitch wants me?”
    “Have you seen the way he looks at you? I have about a hundred pictures to prove it.”
    “I don’t know what you mean.”
    I knew exactly what she meant.
    Over the past six months since he moved here, Mitch and I had not only picked up where we
    left off as kids, but we grew closer. We saw each other almost every weekday after school, hung out in our rooms, did homework together and ate dinner at each other’s houses. My mother, Tish, and
    his mother, Janis, also became close and even hung out without us once in a while. Sometimes,
    the four of us ate together or watched a movie.
    To someone looking in from the outside, it would have looked like Mitch and I were brother
    and sister, part of one big happy family with two lesbian moms. The reality was, the moms were
    lonely ex-wives of men who abandoned them. And brother and sister secretly wanted to have sex
    with each other. I would say that’s the epitome of dysfunctional.
    While Mitch and I were inseparable during the week, on weekends, he would sometimes go out
    with girls from his school. He was gorgeous with a great body and therefore popular. Despite my
    pretending not to care, the reality was, his dating hurt like a motherfucker.
    He would always tell me where he was going and even who he was going with, but there was a
    silent understanding that we never talked details, and that was fine with me.
    Everyone who knew me would agree that I spoke my mind. If my mother asked me if a dress
    made her look fat, I’d tell her it did. When Angie said she overheard someone saying her
    boyfriend, Cody, sounded like a girl, she asked for my opinion. I told her I thought he sounded like Mickey Mouse on helium, but that she shouldn’t give a crap what anybody said