“Maybe I’m not completely selfish, because did you see what just walked out of here?”
She smacks me in the head with a pillow. “I saw a man who’d wait for you until the end of time, so take it easy over there.” Her arm drapes across my shoulders and I expect her to pull me into a headlock, but instead, she tucks us both underneath the soft blanket she’s cuddled under. “And I’m happy for you. Because you, my beautiful, giving, totally-not-selfish-but-still-kind-of-an-asshole friend, deserve nothing less.”
ME:So how do you feel about Thanksgiving?
JACK:What, like in general? As a holiday?
JACK:It’s probably a pretty shitty thing to celebrate, you know, given the mass genocide and total destruction of an entire people’s way of life.
ME:Wow. Okay. So yes, recognize all of that.
ME:Also, how do you feel about having everyone over for Thanksgiving! Yay!
JACK:Oh.
JACK:Who’s everyone?
ME:Us, obvs. Gem, Nick, Harley. Usually we have Harley’s parents too. And I guess this year possibly Nick’s parents if they’re going to do the whole one-big-happy-family bullshit.
JACK:Are they not one big happy family?
ME:Sigh. They are. Disgustingly so.
JACK:I’m not opposed to the idea, but I definitely haven’t ever hosted anything like this before.
ME:Gem and I will take care of everything.
ME:You just have to show up and look cute
JACK:That’s a lot to ask.
ME:Please. You could do that in your sleep.
ME:Oh man, I bet you’re fucking adorable when you sleep.
JACK:I definitely don’t snore as loudly as someone else who lives in this house...
ME:Fuck off, I hate you.
JACK:Yay Thanksgiving!
ME:OKAY SO DOES EVERYONE KNOW WHAT THEY’RE BRINGING?!?!?
GEMMA:WHY ARE YOU SHOUTING.
ME:I’m sorry, I just really want everything to go smoothly.
ME:Jack hasn’t explicitly said anything, but I’m pretty sure this is the first time he’s celebrating Thanksgiving since, you know, losing his entire family in one terrible accident, and now we’re all barging in and taking over his house and I want everything to be perfect.
NICK:Way to bring down the mood, Sade.
HARLEY:We understand, and we promise to make the day as perfect as possible.
GEMMA:I mean, I’m cooking, it’s gonna be fine.
NICK:I’m bringing a shit-ton of booze, so it’s gonna be better than fine.
HARLEY:My mom’s making mac and cheese and pie, so pretty sure all our bases are covered.
