“That was fun,” I admit. “Simon’s such a trip.” He spent most of lunch regaling us with ridiculous stories.
“Yeah,” Matt agrees. “We have a good time.”
Now we’re back at Matt’s house, just the two of us, in the basement. He immediately heads for his stash.
“Wait.”
“What?”
“Can you … not? I need you to give me a ride later.”
“Just stay over.”
“It’s Saturday. If I stay, they’ll expect us at church tomorrow.”
Matt makes a face. “Right. So…”
“I’m not calling my parents to come get me, okay? Things got weird this week.” They keep giving me a hard time about my refusal to do anything but sleep and see Matt.
He shrugs and tucks the bottle back into its hiding spot. “Okay, well, let’s go out and do something, then.”
And that’s how we end up playing three rounds of laser tag in the midafternoon.