Page 6 of All's Fair in Love and Blackmail
It’s not JP’s parents’ fault he made me cry!
His mom is really nice
You guys shouldn’t have egged their house!
Me
Calm down, DQ. We cleaned it up. And we apologized.
Aurora Borealis
And we’re grounded forever.
Just don’t date right now. Focus on school and dance. Boys are dumb at 14 anyway.
Me
Boys at 16 are also pretty dumb.
Aurora Borealis
Fine. Teenage boys are dumb in general. There.
Dancing Queen Jules
But did you guys see the picture Cyrus sent to Mom of him and his new roommate in the dorms? Felix? Talk about DREAMY.
Me
JULIET. NO.
Dancing Queen Jules
Do you think all college boys look like that?
I love brother’s best friend romances
And doesn’t “Felix and Juliet” sound so good??
Aurora Borealis
NO JULIET. NO.
FELIX
Never hasa woman been less interested in a man than India Marigold is in me.
She sweeps out of Cyrus’s living room without a backward glance, her long red hair swishing behind her, her hands tucked in the pockets of her jean shorts.
“Bye, Sunshine,” I call with a grin, because like a child, I find joy in poking and prodding. She makes an annoyed sound from out in the foyer, and my smile widens. I wait until I hear the front door click shut; then I get off the couch and move into the dining room, peeking at her from behind the blinds.
Like a weirdo.
But India’s cool, right? She’s got a good head on her shoulders, and she’s lived in Lucky her whole life. Maybe she’d be willing to help me.
“Felix is right. You can’t talk to a crying woman like that,” Poppy is saying to Cyrus behind me in the living room, her voice full of exasperation.
“She’s not a woman,” Cyrus says—or grunts, more like. “She’s my sister.”
