“Really?”
They high five.
“Hey, don’t sweat it about the shoes. Let us know your size and I can find you a pair of Jedi boots from a guy I know.”
I decide not to ask too many questions and thank them.
Do you think my roommates could come to your frat party?
Are they well-behaved?
They’re house-trained, sort of.
Sure, but you’re responsible for them
Oh great.
Thanks. They’re getting me Jedi boots. Whatever they are.
Awesome! You can be Anakin then after all.
Sure.
So that’s who the first one was? I really need to domy research.
I stepout of Ben’s private bathroom at the frat house dressed in my costume, boots and all.
Ben looks like he’s swallowed his own tongue again. I glance down at myself.
“Do I look stupid?”
He shakes his head. His eyes are wide, pupils blown.
Okay, so I guess I should be relieved we didn’t go with Yoda. Or would he be salivating over me dressed as Yoda?
He clears his throat. “Do the boots fit okay?”
They pinch a bit. “Perfect.”
“Elias, you look great.” There’s that cute blush again.
Ben’s dressed in a brown tunic with a robe that falls down to his ankles. Is he the Victorian lady version of Anakin Skywalker? Despite the shapeless robe covering his entire body, he still looks good.
“Who are you, again?”
Ben rolls his eyes. “I’m Obi-Wan.”
“Of course.”
My roommates are downstairs in furry brown onesies making weird noises and eating all the Doritos.
“Sorry about them,” I lean in and say to Ben. His blush becomes furious. Am I giving off super pheromones in this thing or something? Like nerd catnip? If I’d have known it would get me laid by hot nerds, I would have started dressing likeStar Warscharacters years ago. Not that I’m expecting to have sex with Ben. That won’t be part of the fake dating thing, right? Either way, I think Anakin Skywalker just improved my chances by two hundred percent.
Chad and Jesse look up from their bowl of chips and make Chewbacca noises at me—see, I did my research.
“Dude, you look awesome!” Jesse says.
Chad nods his agreement.
