“You need to know my fucking bathroom schedule now?” Ozzie replied gruffly, stepping aside to let him in. “Was on a work call. Lady needed more help than I or Dr. Phil can provide.”
“Oh, okay.” Derrick shrugged as he headed into the kitchen. He waved the clothing, saying, “Here you go. One awesome shirt with super awesome tie. I just put a fresh battery in the tie too, so…” He paused, looking at the table curiously.
“Thanks! I’m gonna be the hit of the party.” Ozzie laughed and took the clothing from him, not really noticing what Derrick was staring at.
“Huh?”
“What?”
Derrick tilted his head. “Did you... have someone over?”
There were two plates on the table from breakfast.
Shit.
The burgers.
“Did I…” Ozzie froze. “What? Oh no... I uh... just didn’t clean up from dinner last night.”
“That’s not like you.” Derrick eyed the plates and glanced around the kitchen.
“Well, uh?—”
“Who did you have over for dinner then?”
“No one! I just... A plate was mine from dinner and one from breakfast.” Ozzie groaned, shuffling to the living room to deposit his borrowed items on the couch. He sighed, walking back into the kitchen as he explained, “I just got high and forgot about the plate.”
“Uh-huh.” Derrick seemed to be on high alert, his eyes scanning around suspiciously. “Sure.”
“Why are you so interested?” Ozzie crossed his arms over his chest. “Do I ask for details of your sex life?”
“Sex? Wait? Who’s having sex?” Derrick gasped, pointing at Ozzie. “You!”
“What? No! I didn’t!” Ozzie could feel the heat rising in his neck and into his face, and there was nothing he could do about it. “Oh my God, can we just not have this conversation? Ever?”
“Okay. Who is he?” Derrick grinned. “Where did you meet? Wait, how did you meet someone? You never leave your house.”
“Shit.” Ozzie slapped a hand to his face and let out a groan. “He’s... Well, we met at a uh… It’s really kinda complicated.”
There was a soft giggle from around the corner.
“Come on. Define complicated.” Derrick’s grin grew. “What’s his name? What’s he do?”
“I’m not actually sure what he does,” Ozzie replied. “We haven’t really talked about that?—”
Derrick gasped. “Are you bringing him to the party?”
“Oh, I don’t know. It seems kinda soon for the whole family thing.”
Derrick stared at Ozzie.
“What?”
“You have…” Derrick tilted his head. “Why do you have glitter all over your face?” He gasped again. “Is he a dancer? Does he do crafts or something? Wait, is he here right now? You gotta let me meet him and tell him about the party?—”
“Did I hear something about a party?” Tuesday purred as he slinked out from where he’d obviously been eavesdropping, smiling sweetly. “I love parties!”
“Shit.” Ozzie’s heart skipped a beat just hearing Tuesday’s voice, and he knew there was no going back now. He huffed out a breath, turning to greet Tuesday with a strained smile. “Hi, babe.”
