Page 102 of A Pizza My Heart

Winston shakes his head. “Whatever, hippie.”

Sully pushes off the glass and saunters over, snatching the joint from Winston’s hand and tossing it into the ashtray. “I’m not a hippie. I just…feel things.”

“Hey, dick!” Winston glares at him, reaching for his joint. “Whatever. Sounds like hippie bullshit to me.”

“You just need to cleanse your chakra and open yourself to possibilities.”

I smirk. “Nowthatsounded like hippie bullshit.”

He shrugs, not caring what we think, and I start liking Sully just a little bit more.

“I think I’m gonna talk to Mr. Carlton, try to get the old man to cave. If that doesn’t work, I’m going to at least pay her rent for another year and guarantee her a space while I keep working on getting him to give in.”

Winston shakes his head. “She’s gonna be pissed.”

“I’m not scared of Wren.”

“You should be. She’s scrappy. Hell of a right hook.”

“How do you know?” I ask Sully.

He cradles his jaw. “She might have swung on me for swinging on her brother.”

“You two met from fighting? Jesus, Winston, do you have to try to fight everyone when you first meet them?”

“Hey, I didn’t start it,” he defends himself. “It was all his drunk ass. He mistook me for someone else, tried to scrap, and after Wren clocked him, we got it all sorted out. He’s been sleeping in my spare bedroom ever since.”

I can’t help but laugh. That means the Daniels twinsbothtook strangers home and befriended them while I was gone.

“You sure about this, Foster? I mean, what if she finds out it’s you?”

“She won’t. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Okay,” Winston says, but he doesn’t sound too sure.

“I promise. She won’t find out. It’ll all be fine.”

“We’ll see.”

“Does this mean you’re going to text or something and finally see her?” Sully asks. When I give him awhat the fucklook, he shrugs. “You’ve been antsy as hell the last few days. Figured it was because you haven’t seen her since you came home with blue balls.”

“How’d you know I had blue balls?”

“Because no one comes home after a date and takes that long of a shower when they’ve scored.”

“Ugh.” Winston groans. “Please don’t talk about blue balls and long showers and my sister in the same conversation. I might puke.”

“Hey, Winston?”

He leans forward, dropping his dead joint into the ashtray. “Yeah?”

“Your sister gave me blue balls.”

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What comes after blue balls?Because if there’s no name for this shit, there needs to be.

I’ve been on two more dates with Wren and I am officially tired of taking showers. Every night when I walk in and head to the bathroom, I hear Sully laugh at me.

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