sandwich.”
“Sorry?” he says, a small smile playing at the corners of his gorgeous mouth. I want to feel his chest. But I won’t. I have some freakin’ control.
“You better be at Amy’s party.”
He lifts an eyebrow. “Why?”
“’Cause by then I’ll have thought of a better punishment.”
His eyes widen. How can someone so big look innocent? I wish I was innocent. I wish I was still protectable. Everyone has already given up on that. “I’ll try.”
I shrug. “See you there.”
I have to go eat that other damn sandwich.
***
“Too femme,” I say, staring at the mirror and trying to rub off my blush. Who wants clown cheeks?
“It looks good,” Amy says.
“Why do you have to do everyone’s makeup?”
“I don’t know, it’s just what I’m good at. I do it for my moms. Maybe I’ll do cosmetology school some day.”
“Fat chance, with your parents.”
“I know. I think they’re hoping that after my year off I’ll go somewhere Ivy League.”
“Could you?”
“I don’t know. I’ll have to apply.”
I nod. “‘You know, you gotta live for you at some point. Not them. They would want you to be happy.” Not like I should know anything about parents. But I know hers seem like good ones. It’s kinda unfair that she has two moms, and I have none.
There’s a knock on the door, and Shannon, Amy’s mom, pops her head around the corner. She’s pretty and blonde, short and curvaceous. Sort of a blond version of Amy, even though Amy is adopted. “You girls need anything?”
“No, thanks mom.”
“Ally! You look adorable! Lisa, come see this!” Shannon puts her hands on my shoulders to lean in and study my face. “So cute!”
Lisa comes around the door. She’s tall, athletic, and has hair shorter than me. She’s still feminine and pretty, but tough as well. Hard where Lisa is soft. She gives me a sympathetic glance, because she’s been subject to Amy’s makeovers before.
Amy just doesn’t seem to get that some of us just don’t have any desire to wear the damn stuff.
“Did I hear someone mention Ivy League?” Shannon asks.
“Mom! Eavesdropping.”
“Sorry, sorry,” she says, pulling back and wringing her hands. She leans back against Lisa. “We were just walking by. Couldn’t help it.”
Amy groans and puts her hand over her face. Lisa winks at me and pulls Shannon out of the room.
I know they think we are more than friends. Amy likes to let them think that. Seriously, she’s about as scared to come out of the straight closet to her gay parents as a gay kid would be to come out to their straight parents. I sigh.
“What’s up?” she says. “Thinking of Ryan?” She flutters her eyelashes, and it’s cute. So I try it, but it feels awful, and judging by Amy’s laugh, looks awful too.
“No.”
“Those were nice sandwiches he made you.”
“What?” I jerk back. “How did you know?”
She stands and puts her brushes away, then sits on the twin bed across from the one I’m sitting on. “Who else would do something like that?”
“Why? Because I’m unlikeable or something?”
“No, I just think someone else might have been afraid to. Ryan marches very much to the beat of his own drum.”
“He’s a weirdo, if that’s what you mean.”
She laughs, and goes to her jewelry box. She pulls out a necklace, and earrings. “You’re silly,” she says, handing me the trinkets. “Put these on. They’ll match well.”
“Match what?” I glare into her sparkling brown eyes.
She drops the trinkets in my lap and runs to the closet. She cackles and pulls something out. “What you’re wearing tonight.”
“Oh no,” I say, backing up. “Oh no you don’t. You’re not getting that on me. No way, no how.”
But she creeps closer, a maniacal grin on her pretty little tan face. “Come on Ally, just for one night.”
“No, you can’t make me,” I put a hand out and back up till I hit the headboard.
“We’ll see about that.” She tackles
“Sorry?” he says, a small smile playing at the corners of his gorgeous mouth. I want to feel his chest. But I won’t. I have some freakin’ control.
“You better be at Amy’s party.”
He lifts an eyebrow. “Why?”
“’Cause by then I’ll have thought of a better punishment.”
His eyes widen. How can someone so big look innocent? I wish I was innocent. I wish I was still protectable. Everyone has already given up on that. “I’ll try.”
I shrug. “See you there.”
I have to go eat that other damn sandwich.
***
“Too femme,” I say, staring at the mirror and trying to rub off my blush. Who wants clown cheeks?
“It looks good,” Amy says.
“Why do you have to do everyone’s makeup?”
“I don’t know, it’s just what I’m good at. I do it for my moms. Maybe I’ll do cosmetology school some day.”
“Fat chance, with your parents.”
“I know. I think they’re hoping that after my year off I’ll go somewhere Ivy League.”
“Could you?”
“I don’t know. I’ll have to apply.”
I nod. “‘You know, you gotta live for you at some point. Not them. They would want you to be happy.” Not like I should know anything about parents. But I know hers seem like good ones. It’s kinda unfair that she has two moms, and I have none.
There’s a knock on the door, and Shannon, Amy’s mom, pops her head around the corner. She’s pretty and blonde, short and curvaceous. Sort of a blond version of Amy, even though Amy is adopted. “You girls need anything?”
“No, thanks mom.”
“Ally! You look adorable! Lisa, come see this!” Shannon puts her hands on my shoulders to lean in and study my face. “So cute!”
Lisa comes around the door. She’s tall, athletic, and has hair shorter than me. She’s still feminine and pretty, but tough as well. Hard where Lisa is soft. She gives me a sympathetic glance, because she’s been subject to Amy’s makeovers before.
Amy just doesn’t seem to get that some of us just don’t have any desire to wear the damn stuff.
“Did I hear someone mention Ivy League?” Shannon asks.
“Mom! Eavesdropping.”
“Sorry, sorry,” she says, pulling back and wringing her hands. She leans back against Lisa. “We were just walking by. Couldn’t help it.”
Amy groans and puts her hand over her face. Lisa winks at me and pulls Shannon out of the room.
I know they think we are more than friends. Amy likes to let them think that. Seriously, she’s about as scared to come out of the straight closet to her gay parents as a gay kid would be to come out to their straight parents. I sigh.
“What’s up?” she says. “Thinking of Ryan?” She flutters her eyelashes, and it’s cute. So I try it, but it feels awful, and judging by Amy’s laugh, looks awful too.
“No.”
“Those were nice sandwiches he made you.”
“What?” I jerk back. “How did you know?”
She stands and puts her brushes away, then sits on the twin bed across from the one I’m sitting on. “Who else would do something like that?”
“Why? Because I’m unlikeable or something?”
“No, I just think someone else might have been afraid to. Ryan marches very much to the beat of his own drum.”
“He’s a weirdo, if that’s what you mean.”
She laughs, and goes to her jewelry box. She pulls out a necklace, and earrings. “You’re silly,” she says, handing me the trinkets. “Put these on. They’ll match well.”
“Match what?” I glare into her sparkling brown eyes.
She drops the trinkets in my lap and runs to the closet. She cackles and pulls something out. “What you’re wearing tonight.”
“Oh no,” I say, backing up. “Oh no you don’t. You’re not getting that on me. No way, no how.”
But she creeps closer, a maniacal grin on her pretty little tan face. “Come on Ally, just for one night.”
“No, you can’t make me,” I put a hand out and back up till I hit the headboard.
“We’ll see about that.” She tackles
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