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“Brett, did you take my last fucking Twix?” I shout toward his room from the kitchen.
“I’m sorry!” Brett apologizes as he walks into the room.
“Bro, I was looking forward to that all fucking day today,” I exclaim.
“Hold on. I can fix this,” he says before pulling his phone out of his pocket.
That Twix bar was literally the focal point of my thoughts today. Practice was exhausting this morning. Scrimmaging, on top of lifting weights, kicked my ass more than usual.
“Uber Eats will have your bag of Twix delivered in forty-two minutes,” he announces with pride.
I laugh at his enthusiasm and effort. “Thanks, man. What’s new with you?”
He shrugs. “Nothing at all. Same old, same old. You?”
I can’t help the smirk that forms on my lips. “Well—”
“Holy shit. Does Costy have a crushy?” he teases.
“Brett, don’t forget that I can beat your ass.” I pause and smile at him before continuing, “I’ve been talking to someone.”
“Is this Costy-level talking?” He places his hands on the back of his head and thrusts his hips, humping the air.
“Not exactly,” I say, knowing a shit-eating grin is stretched on my face.
Brett slaps the counter. “Well, goddamn, I didn’t think I would see the day when Cam Costello developed…oh my God…are those…feelings?” He breaks into laughter.
“Brett, my foot is about to go into your ass in five seconds if you don’t stop playing around,” I tell him.
He holds his hands up in defeat. “Okay, okay. She must be something special to have you all wound up. I’m just giving you shit. I’m happy for you, man. What’s her name?”
Leaning backward against the counter, I grip the edge. “Nikki.”
“And why haven’t I met her yet?”
“Because she lives in Duluth,” I say.
“Minnesota? Fuck, that’s a hell of a road trip for a date night,” he says with a furrowed brow.
Stretching my neck from side to side, I respond, “True. But I’m actually going to fly out on our next two days off to see her. She called me drunk off her ass last night and asked me to come visit. She’s actually the girl who kissed me at Fireflies.”
“With the white mask? Phewww.” He whistles. “She was a fucking dime. Good for you, Costy,” he says.
“Thanks. I’ve got a picture if you want to see what she really looks like without a mask,” I offer.
He books it around the kitchen island and leans against the counter beside me. “Um, yeah, no shit.”
I lift my phone to unlock it and swipe up, and Brett spots her photo as my background immediately.
He places his hand on my shoulder and sighs. “Her photo is already your home screen? Tsk, tsk. Goddamn, man, you’ve lost it for her, huh?”
I roll my eyes. “I haven’t lost it. I do really like her though—a lot. I know we don’t get real mushy with each other. But, yeah, I don’t even find myself looking at other girls anymore, no desire whatsoever. If it isn’t her, I don’t want it.”
He pats my back. “Well, you know she is going to have to meet the family soon enough.”
“Why do you think I’m dating a girl who lives states away? You fuckers would run her off.” I laugh.
I don’t know if I realized how much I have come to care for Nikki. When I’m not texting or talking to her, I miss her. And I just told Brett I’m dating her. Can I even say that? We technically did go on a date when I was in Duluth. That counts, right?
