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“Oh, please,” she scoffed “I wasn’t born yesterday”

“We’re friends”

“I see Well, if you’re friends and you both want more, it will happen”

“It’s not that simple, Mom”

“Sure, it is When the right one co, you’ll find a way to make it work I know you, Blake You can be extre of Dad…he wants to buy new Jet Skis for the lake”

“Oh, yeah?” I settled deeper into the sofa and happily followed the change in topic

I tried to, anyway Myout that my mom and my ex had chatted on the phone like old buddies eird However, my mom’s intuitive side rattled me too

Yes, there was someone else But it was complicated

Not hopeless, though

I used to think that being out and honest was a fast ticket to isolation I was beginning to realize that probably wasn’t true Sure, ht be surprised to find out that I was intocrush on one, but I didn’t think they’d cut me out of their lives Same with my friends

Maybe there’d be an adjusth, I was less concerned with perception now than I was even a ht about me In ood instincts At this moment, my instincts told me to keep Asher close and stick to the script And that hat I was going to do

Asher

The Script Club ht at six pm sharp to discuss important house business…like the menu for our official bio buy toilet paper As acting secretary, it was my duty to establish an itinerary and record the minutes Okay, I admit that I put an unnecessary amount of time and effort into my self-appointed position, but I was a stickler for appropriate shows of formality and let’s be honest, was a club really a club without a secretary?

Who else would keep track of topics, guide discussions, and record our every interaction? If it wasn’t forabout our respective days in the lab or on campus It was my job to keep everyone on track and on schedule