“Think she would mind if we crashed at her place again?” Oswald rolls his head to the left to look at me.
“We’ll ask her when we get home.”
“To her house, you mean,” he corrects me.
“Whatever. When will you find out if you play this weekend?” I change the subject so I don’t have to acknowledge my slip of the tongue.
“Tomorrow. I already know they won’t start me, but I think they’ll put me in. If not, I’m going to bitch to Obermeyer. He promised me field time as a freshman.”
“Make sure you request three tickets,” I remind him, even though Bates told him he would be there for the game on Saturday too.
“I know.” Oz sighs.
“Do you have a jersey or something for her to wear?”
“No, they don’t even give us our shirts until the day before the game, and I only get one.”
“I’ll stop by the Den tomorrow and see if they have anything,” I offer.
“M’kay.” Oz leans back against the headrest again and shuts his eyes for the rest of the ride, but as soon as we pull into Waylynn’s driveway, he opens his eyes as if he wasn’t dozing.
“Should have taken her to your place, then we would have had an excuse to all sleep in the same bed,” Oz whispers.
It’s not a horrible idea, but getting the three of us in my full-sized bed might be challenging. Now her king is a different story.
“Wakey, wakey, Wavy,” Oswald whispers into her ear. She sucks in a breath and blinks her eyes sleepily.
“Are we home already?” She looks around.
“Already? It felt like forever when I was listening to you snore,” Oswald teases her.
She makes a pouty face, scrunching up her lips and nose. “I was snoring?”
“No,” I scoff softly. “Do you have your keys?”
“Oh yeah, sorry.” Waylynn unzips the bag she has looped over her body and digs her hand around inside. The slight jingle has me assuming she found them. “I should have left the lights on,” she mumbles, looking up at the large house.
“We’ll check it out for you,” I tell her, opening my door.
“It’s okay, I had the alarm set,” she replies.
“Do you not want us to check?”
“I just don’t want to keep you out any later than it already is,” she admits.
Oswald doesn’t have any problem welcoming himself to stay. “If you invite us to sleep over again, we can get into bed even faster.”
“Of course you can stay,” Waylynn says quickly.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” I offer just in case, but it didn’t sound like she was only suggesting it to be nice, which is something I wouldn’t doubt she would do.
“No, not at all. I’m always happy with your company.” She unlocks the door and sets her bag on the counter after keying the alarm code in.
“Do you need anything? I think I have an extra toothbrush or two. I should have offered those yesterday.” She adds the last part as if she’s talking to herself.
“I wouldn’t turn that down,” Oz pipes up. It’s a little harder for me to take what she’s offering, but only because I’m used to paying my way and I don’t like the strings that people attach to things, even when they say it’s free.
“If you have enough,” I concede. Waylynn hasn’t put a cost on anything she’s offered, not even any expectations, so I’m willing to take a chance.
