“No.”
“Yes.”
“I’m not letting you, Cash.”
“You don’t have a choice, Wild.”
“I won’t take it.”
“I’ll make you.”
“You wish.”
“Alright,” I say, holding up a hand. “Stop arguing. It’s giving me whiplash.”
“You’ve let me share a room with you rent free for months,” Cash reminds Wilder. “I want to help you the way you’ve helped me.”
“I don’t need help,” Wilder makes clear.
“I know,” Cash says, holding up both hands defensively. “But it’s a lot of money. I won’t use it all. I’d like to invest in you.”
“Don’t turn this into a business pitch,” Wilder grumbles.
“You can pay me back when you win your first Academy Award.”
“I don’t even know if film is what I really want to do,” Wilder admits. “It’s just a starting point.”
“Then, let’s go to New York, find an apartment together, get you through your first semester and see if it’s what you want to do,” Cash responds.
Wilder narrows his eyes. “Don’t make it sound so easy.”
“Oh, but it is.” Cash smirks.
“I’ll think about it,” Wilder says.
Cash nods. “Thank you.”
“Are we still aiming to move in August?” I ask.
“Yeah,” Wilder answers.
Cash clears his throat. “Uh… I have something I’m doing tonight,” he says.
Wilder raises an eyebrow. “A hot date?”
“No,” Cash quickly shuts him down. “Something else. Anyway, I’ll be out for a while so if you two need to…” he trails off.
“Do it?” Wilder waggles his eyebrows suggestively.
I roll my eyes.
“Yeah,” Cash continues. “I’ll be gone for a while.”
“That’s very thoughtful of you,” Wilder says, slapping his back.
It’s been a weird few days sharing a room with Wilder and Cash, but I guess it’s a good test run before we all live together in New York.
“We should head home,” Wilder says as he reaches for my hand.
