Signs Point to Yes by Sandy Hall Page A

couldn’t find any cups to get water from the tap, and there was nothing in the refrigerator besides pickles and leftover takeout containers. She saw an open door leading out to the garage, and another fridge out there, along with a gorgeous red convertible. She didn’t know much about cars, but this one was so pretty she wanted to take a picture.
    She grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the garage fridge, and when she turned around, she heard a rustling noise coming from the car. Then she saw some movement in the dim light. What if it was a murderer?
    â€œAh! Don’t hurt me!” she cried, dropping the bottles. Two human heads popped up. “Shit, sorry. You scared me.”
    â€œYou think we scared you ,” a girl’s voice said.
    Then a different girl’s voice giggled. “Seriously. I thought you closed the door, Margo.”
    â€œI thought I did.”
    â€œMargo?” Jane asked into the darkness.
    â€œJane?”
    Jane’s eyes finally adjusted to the dim light, and there, in the front seat of the convertible, were her sister and Kara Maxwell, their hands still on each other.
    Margo slid across the bench seat away from Kara, looking guilty.
    Jane picked up the water and walked quickly out of the garage. She heard Margo say, “I’ll be back,” and then a ruckus as she tried to hop over the car door rather than simply opening it.
    â€œWait, Jane.”
    Jane stopped.
    â€œPlease. Can we talk?”
    Jane turned around.
    â€œPlease don’t tell Mom and Dad.”
    Jane laughed. “I promise I have zero interest in talking to Mom and Dad about you making out in a garage with Kara Maxwell.”
    Margo put her hands over her eyes. “I really didn’t want you to find out this way.”
    â€œTo find out what?”
    â€œThat I’m bi, obviously.”
    Jane’s jaw dropped. She hadn’t even considered the implications. Finding your sister making out with anyone is weird.
    â€œConsidering it happened like seven seconds ago, I haven’t really had time to process the details,” Jane said.
    â€œAre you mad?” Margo asked.
    â€œOf course I’m not mad. It was unexpected. But not anything worth getting mad about.”
    Margo crossed her arms, like she was trying to give herself a hug. “What do you think Mom and Dad are going to say?”
    â€œMargo, seriously, it’s been all of twenty seconds now. It’s a lot to process, even without all these questions.”
    â€œYou’re mad.”
    Jane rolled her eyes and shifted the bottles of water over to one arm. She pulled her sister into a hug with the other.
    â€œI’m not mad. That would be the stupidest thing ever to be mad about.”
    Margo sighed with relief.
    â€œNow, come on, Teo is basically shit-faced, and I need to get this water back to him. And we should probably go home, since it’s almost midnight.”
    â€œTime flies,” Margo said. “Let me go say good-bye to Kara, and I’ll meet you at the car.”
    Jane collected Teo, and they made their way to the car. Margo was already waiting there.
    â€œYou okay, Teo?” Margo asked as they approached.
    He nodded, and Jane opened the back door for him.
    â€œThanks, you guys,” Teo said as he threw himself into the backseat.
    â€œPlease don’t vomit in my car,” Margo said.
    â€œPlease don’t vomit in my car,” Jane said, looking at Margo pointedly.
    â€œPlease stop talking about vomit,” Teo said.

 
    Chapter 12
    The knock on Teo’s door on Sunday morning was definitely not a quiet one. It was a knock to wake the dead, and it carried on for what felt like hours, until Teo’s groggy brain allowed him to move enough to stumble out of bed. He shed his tangled sheets and barely remained upright, but he managed to lurch over to the door to stop the god-awful racket.
    Before he opened the door, he took stock. All he could