I looked to mymom for backup. I shouldn’t have bothered.
She merelyshrugged. “He’s right, honey.”
“Fine.” Isighed. “Whatever. I love you, but I really do have to study.”
“Right, we’llget out of your hair,” Mom said, and took their dishes to the sink.
“I’ll do those,Mom,” I said, desperately trying to move them toward the door.
I ushered themto the door and the elevator opened just as they walked out, revealing Louisawho smiled at my parents. “Hi. Are you visiting Daisy?”
“Yeah. How areyou, Louisa?” Dad asked, guiding Mom inside.
“I’m great.You?”
“We’re great.Good to see you, sweetie,” Mom said.
“You, too.”
Louisa gave alittle wave and grinned at me.
“Hey Louisa,” Isaid. “Can you please apologize to your boyfriend for me again? I’m sure he’llfill you in.”
“Boyfriend? Howdo you know about Tyson?” She frowned. “I mean, I wouldn’t really call him myboyfriend. We matched last week on Hinge, and he’s taken me on one date to theLobster Barrel.”
“Wait, Tyson?You went on a date with a guy named Tyson, but had a romantic dinner with Hucklast night?” I shot finger guns at her before mock holstering them, thenblushed, because seriously, I’m a dork. “You go girl.”
“Huck? Oh mygod.” She burst out laughing. “Huck’s not my boyfriend, honey, he’s mybrother.”
“What?” Heatrushed to the back of my neck. “He is?”
“Yes. He’sstaying with me for a few months until he figures out what he wants to do…” Hersentence trailed off as she waved a dismissive hand. “Oh, that’s a long storyand I know you have finals. We’ll get dinner when you’re done, and I’ll fillyou in.”
“I would lovethat,” I said.
“Perfect. Goodluck with your studying.”
“Thanks,” Isaid, and closed myself back inside, leaning against my door. “Brother, hmmm.This is an interesting turn of events.”
I sighed,forcing my thoughts back to the task at hand before wrinkling my nose andletting out a quiet curse.
I’d rather thinkabout Huck than focus on French, but alas,il était temps de se concentrer surle français.
Huck
IHEARD THE key in the lock and glanced upto see Louisa walk in, rifling through the mail. “Hey.”
“Hey.”She gave me a lopsided smirk.
“What?” I asked,pausing my NHL 23 game on the PS4.
“Did youknow…?”She paused, continuing to stare at me like she had a secret.
“Did I knowwhat, LouLou?”
“That Daisythought you were my boyfriend?”
“What the fuck?”I scowled. “Why’d she think that?”
