Page 269 of For the Fans
We’re finalizing paperwork on a townhouse on Federal Hill next week, and Avi already has a whole list of things planned for us to do when we get to Philly.
It’ll be tough for him to leave Hannah. We even offered to bring her with us, but she likes her job in Boston, and already found herself a nice place in Cambridge, so she’s happy to stay. As much as I know Avi’s going to miss her, he insists that it’s time for him to spread hiseagle wingsa little.So damn cute.
They’ll always be best friends, but we’re going on this adventure together. Just the two of us. Well, us… and the fans.
“Don’t worry, angel,” I hum, licking up his chest while he shivers. “Your NFL quarterback boyfriend will bring home the bacon for you.”
“I fully intend on becoming a football wife,” he teases, and I cackle, trying to buck him off of me. But he’s still pinning me down with his weight.
We’re too busy horsing around, we don’t even hear the footsteps.
“Guys, I’m going to—Oh my God! I’m so sorry!”
My eyes fling to the doorway as my dad is covering his eyes with his hand, diving away from the room like it’s about to blow.
Avi bursts into hysterical laughter, and I just shake my head, scoldingly. “Get the hell off me! Look what you’ve done… You horrified my father.”
Avi slumps off of me in the bed while I rush to get up and put on pants. “Relax. I’m pretty sure he already heard us fucking the other night. You wouldn’t stop screaming my name…”
I glare at him. “That is false. I was notscreaming…”
“Uh, why do you think I stuffed my underwear in your mouth?” he sneers.
“Because you’re a filthy pervert.” I give him a look, to which he shrugs.
“Guilty.”
“Come on.” I grab him by the arm, yanking him out of bed. “Please come with me to apologize to him so he doesn’t think we were just fucking with the door wide open.”
Avi sighs and lets me yank him along, out of our bedroom and down the stairs.
We’ve been living at the house in Somerville with my dad for the past three months, andyes, it’s been a little awkward at times. But really, I thought it was the best option for me and him to spend more time together and focus on repairing our relationship.
When I returned to school, I chose not to move back into the dorms, mainly because I can’t stand being away from Avi for more than a few hours at a time. I definitely miss living with Guty, but moving into Avi and Hannah’s place in Brighton while we looked for our own place just made more sense.
But then the more I thought about it, the more I started to feel bad about my dad being all alone in that big house while going through a divorce. So I decided to move back to Somerville to keep him company.
It’s crazy. After all I did to avoid living in this house, and now I’m back here willingly. And I brought Avi along for the ride.
I’m still amazed that my dad went for it. I know he’s been trying to be as supportive as possible, but I kind of expected him to freak out at the idea of his son sharing a bed with a guy right up the hall from him. I guess because it’s Avi, it made things a little easier for him to wrap his head around.
It’s just like when we lived here before college. Only now, instead of fighting, we’re fucking, and instead of hating, we’re loving, real hard. And sharing a bedroom…Avi’s old room, because it’s the farthest from my dad’s.
We were actually about to sign a lease for a place in Davis Square when I got drafted. Now we’ve only got about a month left living at home before it’s off to Philly. And the weirdest part is that I’m actually going to miss my dad—something I never thought I’d say.We’ve really bonded over the last three months, and it’s the best feeling in the world to have areal father.
Though I’m not so sure he’ll be missing us as much, judging by the way he’s storming around the kitchen all flustered, refusing to look either of us in the eye.
“Dad…” I grin to myself at how clearly uncomfortable he is.
“I was just, uh… going to tell you that I’m running to the store,” he says, picking up and putting down the same piece of mail over and over. “If you guys need anything…”
“Dad, we weren’t doing anything,” I tell him sincerely.
“Yea, we were just playing around,” Avi adds.
My dad holds up his hand. “It’s fine… I don’t need to know. It’s my fault, I should have… knocked.”
“The door was open.” I chuckle.
