“Uh huh?”

“My mom said to invite you to join us for American Thanksgiving. She said school will be out, and if you’re not planning on going home to your parents, you can come join us.”

“You realize it’s only September, right? What if we can’t stand each other by November?”

AJ laughed and shook his head. “Yeah, that’s what I said to her, too. Type-A, lawyer, organizational freak. She has every holiday for the rest of the year planned out already – oh, yeah, she also said if you aren’t going home for Christmas you can join us then, too.”

“DUDE! Didn’t her mama never teach her about strangers? What if I’m a felon? What if I steal from her? What if I de-flower her daugh—?”

AJ held up a hand to stop him and threw him a menacing glare. “Dude, I will break your face if you mention my sister and her flower again, are we clear?”

Jeremy nodded. “Yup. No Ana-flower talk, got it. But the rest are fair questions, man. What if I’m a loon… ah, wait, never mind, she’s used to dealing with that with you, right?”

AJ raised an eyebrow and threw his pillow at Jeremy’s head.

“Ok, fine. Sorry, I’m only kidding and I hope you know that. If I thought you were insane, I wouldn’t have agreed to live with you. Tell mama… wait, what’s her name?”

“Cindy.”

“Tell mama Cindy that I’d love to join you guys for American Thanksgiving… on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“She doesn’t make me eat that green bean casserole thing y’all insist on having with your Thanksgiving dinner.”

AJ erupted into laughter. “I fucking hate green bean casserole, dude! Ana, too. Mom never makes it. I mean, she cooks green beans, but never the casserole 'cause it just goes to waste.”

“Then that definitely sounds like a Thanksgiving feast I can get behind.”

Jeremy glanced at his phone and saw that Chelsea still hadn’t contacted him. He couldn’t see how she wouldn’t have received his offering by now, or why she wouldn’t have contacted him, and he found himself surprised that he was quite so disappointed.

Looks like it may be Team Adrianne after all!