My dad and I are watching The Big Bang Theory, but all I can think about is who Oliver was talking about when he said “she” is tough and strong.

Maybe his mom? Maybe he was talking about Kelsey in the third person? That would make sense, because then she called him cute. His girlfriend.

I don’t like boys with girlfriends, I remind myself.

I try to erase my conversation with him last night from my brain. Sitting next to him on his bed, our legs touching, smelling his clean-laundry smell. He has a girlfriend.

I will give him advice on how to be a better boyfriend, but I will not be the girl who listens when he wants to complain about his girlfriend. Not that he needs to complain about her. I will not tell him I’m worried she might be using him, because that is not true. It can’t be true. Oliver wouldn’t like someone so shallow. I’m being paranoid. And we will make a video that will show everyone on the Internet we are only roommates. That there is no Floriver.

I pick up my phone and look at Kelsey’s latest posts. Oliver looks so mad in the recent picture. It’s weird that I have no idea why, especially since he’s only a few feet away from me.

When we go back to Brooklyn, he’s going to get mad and I won’t know why then either. I won’t know when he showers, brushes his teeth, or when Kelsey visits him.

I won’t know anything at all.