"Court and Buzz," Scooter informs him, beaming as he delivers the news.
"Oh, yeah. I knew that." Cy flops down onto his seat…and flopsout.
"Ew," Scooter cries while I cover my eyes, groaning, "Duuuude."
"What?" Cyrus says, oblivious to what he's exposing us to.
"We can see your dick, man," I say, staring at the wall.
He chuckles. "Oh, well, excuse me. So it's okay for you to get naked in front of a room full of strangers, but I have an accidental dick slip, and it's the end of the world?"
"Correct," I answer. "Tell us when it's safe to look."
He lets out an exasperated noise, and a few seconds later, gives us the all clear.
When I turn back to the screen, he's fully covered up.
"Is that why you arranged this call?" he asks. "To tell us you and Buzz are fucking?"
Like I am with Scooter, Buzz is a little closer to Cyrus, and I sometimes forget he confides in him about things.
"No. Did Buzz tell you about what happened at dinner with my mom?"
"He did, yeah."
I'm tempted to ask for his insights, but I don't want to put Cy in that position. If Buzz told him stuff in confidence, I'm not going to pry.
"I don't know what to do."
"About your mom's offer?" Scooter hedges.
I nod. "ThatandBuzz. I really want to tell him how I feel, but I think we need to figure this shit out first. It doesn't just involve us. There's an unborn child and a clueless biological father to consider, too. Not to mention Buzz's dad's wife and kids."
"I don't envy you, man," Cyrus says.
I muster up a smile. "I don't envy me either."
50
Buzz
"Holy fucking shit!" Howie sinks into the couch, shell-shocked after I break the news to him.
It was a lot to throw on my brother all at once, but since he's been out of town, I've been waiting for a chance to tell him in person that not only has our father cheated on his new wife with the same woman he cheated on Mom with, but Court's mom is now pregnantandwants Court and me to raise the child. I probably should have offered him something stronger than a Diet Coke.
He leans forward, swipes a burrito from the mountain of Mexican takeout I brought with me, inhales it, then wipes his greasy paw down the side of the couch. Since we're at his new place and not mine, I'm not freaking out about the burrito stain on the furniture. Shit like that has never bothered him like it does me. Besides, the guy is dealing with a major announcement.
"Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"
"You were gone, and I wanted to have this conversation face-to-face. Besides, I needed some time to process it myself."
"Does Dad know?"
"No."
"When is she going to tell him?"
A tight breath slips through my pursed lips. "She isn't."
