“Whatever you do, don’t ask Wyatt for help,” Hart grumbles.
“Why? I figured he would be the go to guy for throwing a decent party.” Lauren sips on her drink waiting for Hart to say more.
“Last year he was in charge of getting invitations printed. Somehow they got printed with clothing optional instead of costumes optional,” Koa explains. I vaguely remember Nash mentioning this party but I opted to stay home with Lauren.
“People didn’t,” Lauren says, eyes wide in shock.
“They did.” Nash grins.
“I’ll handle the invites,” I assure Hart.
“I’ll do them. I know who to invite,” Koa says.
“You don’t think I know who my brother’s friends are?”
Koa’s eyes slide from me, to Nash, and then back to me. “I’m sure you do, but—”
“Then I’ll handle it,” I say, cutting him off. “Thanks for making dinner, Lo.” I stand and take my plate to the sink, rinsing it off, and putting it in the dishwasher. “I’m going to get out of here and get ready for work.”
Koa’s hand grips tighter on the fork he's holding. His shoulders tense and he cranes his neck, twisting until it cracks.
I hug my brother and Lauren goodbye and squeeze Hart’s shoulder as I pass him. Is it rude to say nothing to Koa as I walk out the door? Absolutely, but I’ve stopped caring if I make him mad.
Join the club. We’re all mad here.
FICTION FORUM
FaeAtHeart
Do you ever wonder what I look like?
NotYourAverageJoe19
Are looks important to you?
FaeAtHeart
No they aren’t important. I won’t deny that I’m curious about what you look like though.
NotYourAverageJoe19
Would knowing what I look like change anything?
FaeAtHeart
No. I would still want to talk and get to know you.
NotYourAverageJoe19
We should focus on that.
On the things that matter.
FaeAtHeart
Okay. Whatare you currently reading?
NotYourAverageJoe19
