Today is a good day.
Bree isn't ruining that.
I grab a stool and take a seat at the counter next to Kaylee. She's writing something on her laptop. Every few minutes, she looks up to ogle Brendon. She gets off on watching him work. And on his dark eyes, dark hair, dark tattoos—she gets off on pretty much every single thing about him.
She's like a cartoon character with hearts in her eyes.
He is too.
It's sickening. Even if I'm happy for them.
"Hey." She looks up from her laptop. Offers me a smile. Then her green eyes are on her boyfriend.
"Dreamy, isn't he?"
She laughs. "I know you're making fun of me, but I'm going to agree anyway." She sighs with pleasure. "He's just so… focused. And tall. And beautiful."
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bsp; "He is tall."
"He's everything." She sets her elbow on the counter, tilts her head, rests her hand on her palm.
It's cute how gaga she is. I'm pretty sure Kaylee has been in love with Brendon for eight or nine years now. She's been his little sister's Emma's best friend forever and she's pretty much always had a crush on him.
At some point last year, he started wanting her too.
It was fucked-up shit, because she wasn't eighteen yet.
She's only barely eighteen now.
But I do get it. Not for me, but for him. The two of them giggle like crazy around each other, share a million inside jokes, have complimentary tastes in fuck.
Back then, she was innocent the way he likes. Now… not as much.
He finishes a line, wipes his brow, turns back to her. Shoots her fuck me eyes.
She lets out a wistful sigh.
I laugh. "You've got it bad."
"I'm madly in love with my boyfriend, yes. You should try it."
"No thanks."
"Have you ever been in love?"
"No." But I've loved someone and that was plenty to teach me not to do it again.
"Then how can you know you're not interested?"
"Have you ever tied your boyfriend up?"
"No." Her nose screws with distaste. "Of course not."
"Then how do you know you don't like it?"
"That's a stupid question."