Harper comes into my room and flops down on my queen bed. “I have to go. Harper is giving me the evil eye.”
Even though she’s not, I know this conversation could go on all night.
“We love you, sweetheart. Talk soon.”
“Love you, bye.”
I end the call and move to sit beside her. It’s nice we each have our own room and bathroom. We don’t have to cram together. The apartment is an open floor plan, with each of us having our own space on separate ends of the kitchen and living room.
“Talking with your dads?”
I nod. “They’re just checking in with me. I haven’t talked to them in a few days.”
Harper scoffs. “Heaven forbid you don’t check in daily.”
“Hey!” I poke her with my sock-clad foot. “Just because I like talking with them doesn’t mean I have to check in daily.”
“I think I talk with my parents maybe once a month?”
It’s something Harper has always thought was weird. From the first day we met freshman year, I’ve talked to mydads every few days. Our family is close. We always have been. It’s not something I’ve ever apologized for.
I know how lucky I am to have them. Both of them. Even my annoying little brother.
“What time are we leaving tonight?” I ask, changing the subject, messing with the gray-and-pink duvet on my bed.
“Want to head to the food court and grab something to eat before we head out?”
I nod. “Sounds good to me.”
“Perfect!” Harper jumps up, slapping me on the side of my leg. “Get ready. And wear something hot!”
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”
Harper links her arm through mine as we walk through campus. It’s a warm night.
“You need to get out of your comfort zone. Besides, you look hot and should show that off.”
“I let you take me to parties all the time.” I look down at my dark, ripped skinny jeans, black top with puff sleeves that shows a sliver of my stomach, and black pointy heels. I love this outfit. It makes me feel sexy without showing off too much.
“Because otherwise you’d be holed up in your room studying all the time!”
I roll my eyes at her as we turn down the road where the hockey house is. “I do more than study, Harper. I just don’t like hockey parties. And I’ve already had my max of hockey players to last me a lifetime.”
“Marcus invited me. I knew you’d say no if you knew.”
“If you told me that, I would’ve said yes.”
“How magnanimous of you.”
I laugh, squeezing her closer to me. “I’m a good friend like that.”
Harper gives me a peck on the cheek as the house comes into view. “The very best.”
Loud music is blasting out of a few houses. This street is filled with nothing but athletic housing. The baseball team takes up one end of the street, followed by football, soccer, then hockey.
“Who knows? Maybe we’ll both get lucky tonight.” Harper winks at me.
“I doubt it.”
