Page 64 of She Likes It, Hey Micah
She blinks at me. “But we always have pizza on girls’ night.”
“I know.I’mordering the pizza. The last time you tried to order it, you somehow managed to get us eight pizzas with nothing but sauce and mushrooms. I don’t even know how you did that.”
Brooklyn doesn’t argue because I’m right. For some reason, technology really hates her, and I’ve lost track of the number of things she’s either goofed up or embarrassed herself with because she can’t figure out how to use a screen properly.
As always, when I finish up the order, I add a little note to the special instructions.Please send your cutest delivery boy. It’s never actually worked, but it’s fun to try.
Once our food is ordered, I hand her phone back and then scoot closer. “Did Chad tell you about his neighbor when he called you?”
She frowns. “You mean Hank?”
“No, the girl neighbor.”
“He mentioned her but didn’t say much.”
Darn. I was hoping she had more info than I do. “Apparently someone bought the house next to his and is driving him crazy, which I’m pretty sure is code for making him fall in love.”
“Chad falling in love?” She scrunches up her nose in disbelief. “Is that what you were talking about the other day?”
She’s so much easier to read than Fischer, but I already kind of miss his hard-to-earn smiles. It’s been a whole ten minutes since he drove off, and my fingers are itching to text him again. He didn’t respond to my picture. I’m trying not to read into that.
“Mark my words,” I say, trying to focus on my sister instead of the confusing guy I spent the night with. “When Chad comes back—ifhe comes back—he’s going to be head over heels for this mysterious neighbor.”
“I don’t know. I don’t think he’s over Mercedes.”
I groan, tempted to fake spit on the ground. I don’t hate people often—everyone has some good in them—but it was so hard to like Chad’s ex. “I don’t know why he stayed with her for so long,” I whine. “She was clearly just using him, and I’m glad she broke up with him.”
Brooklyn picks up a pillow and hugs it. “Maybe he just wanted to be loved.”
“We love him,” I argue. “Isn’t that enough?”
She doesn’t reply, which I expected. And I didn’t really mean it either. I am desperate to be loved and always have been, and familial love isn’t the same as being wanted. And I know Brooklyn is the same way. She’s been in more relationships than I can count, but none of them have ever worked out. Probably because she always chooses terrible guys, but I try not to point that out to her.
Jordan isn’t a terrible guy. If Brooklyn is starting to be interested in him, I can definitely see that relationship going the forever route. Assuming she doesn’t sabotage everything…
“Houston is back,” Brooklyn says, changing the subject. “Got home yesterday.”
“Have you seen him yet?”
She shakes her head, and her misery is clear as day. She and Houston couldn’t be more different, but they’ve always been best friends since the day they were born. Since the day Houston started making it big in baseball, they’ve barely been able to see each other.
I should probably try to hang out with Brooklyn more than I do.
“I have an idea,” I say, grabbing my phone. “Kit and Skyler might be coming into town this week, so we should do trivia night!”
“Without Chad?”
“I told you. Chad is too busy falling in love.” Still, I do feel guilty about going to trivia night without our big brother. It’s always been the four of us. “We can just go again whenever he gets back.”
I send a text off to Skyler, reminding her that Kit promised they would come to Sun City this week even if he did nothing of the sort.
“You could invite Jordan,” I add as casually as I can.
Brooklyn cringes. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Houston.”
