The lie falls from my lips easily, and it makes me feel weird. I shift on the couch, tucking my feet under me more, wishing for a day when I won’t have to lie anymore.
Why is it so easy to lie? Why has it always been so easy for me to lie? Maybe not face to face, I’m not good at hiding my emotions, but over the phone? Texting? It comes like second nature.
“I just wanted to see how you were doing. You still haven’t told me what’s going on.”
The front door opens, and Sam comes in.
I give him a smile and point at my phone. He frowns as his gaze goes to it, and I hurry into the bedroom and shut the door.
“I’m not sure now is the best time to discuss it,” I say quietly.
“Why not?” Amelia asks.
“My roommate just got home.”
“Right…” It’s quiet for a moment. “Well, what do you think about me visiting?”
“What? How? When?”
She groans, and I hear something squeak, like she dropped onto her bed or a couch.
“I need a vacation, Sailor. School is so hard—”
“We’re on break.”
“—My parents won’t lay off. The parties arerough.”
I laugh at her ranting. “I’d love to see you.”
That’s the truth. I would love to see her. I always had fun with her, and maybe… maybe telling her what’s going on with me won’t be the worst thing. She’s a very open-minded person. She’s accepting of everything. If I tell her about all this, I think the only thing she’ll be upset about is that I haven’t told her sooner.
“That settles it then—”
“Where will you stay? I’m sorry, but there isn’t room here.”
“I’ll get a hotel,” she says simply. “I didn’t justassumeI would stay with you.”
“If there was room here, I’d let you, but…”
“But you’ll tell me all about it when I get there—Ihope.”
I smile. “Yeah, I will. Promise.”
“Good. I wonder if I can get someone to buy me a bottle of vodka to take up there.”
“Amelia,” I scold.
“What? This feels like aneeds alcoholtype of conversation.”
I sigh, dropping onto my bed. She’s not wrong.
“When will you be here?”
“Well…” she begins. “I can blow off my Friday plans and stay the weekend, depending how much a hotel is. So, I guess I’ll leave Friday morning?”
“What’s Friday?”
“There was party, but it’s not important.”
