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“Fuck you,” he said. “You aren’t my type.”
I laughed. “I know. I’m not dark, pierced, and tatted enough.”
Prism rolled his eyes.
“I’m not a DJ either,” I said, sly.
He made a sound. “I told you. I’m not into Arsen.”
“You can say it all you want. I don’t believe it.”
“He’s a DJ,” Prism complained like that wasn’t something that totally got his dick hard.
“Yeah, and you love it. He’s so cool,” I said, repeating something I’d heard my best friend say more than once as he looked at our campus DJ on stage.
“From a distance,” Prism allowed. “We both know he’s too loud, too hyper, and—”
“He’s good to Jess,” I interjected.
Prism sighed. “He’s probably straight.”
“I told you I’d ask him.”
“I don’t want you to ask him. I’m better off single, and we both know it.”
I knew that was what he thought. I also knew it wasn’t what he really wanted.
“Just propose to my sister, would you? And don’t take no for an answer.”
Nerves assailed me all over again. “You think she’ll say no?”
“Never.”
“Don’t wait up for me tonight.”
He grinned. “I never do.”
“Hey. You cool with this? You know me and Jess being officially official doesn’t change anything between us, right? You’re still my ride-or-die. You’ll always be my brother.”
Things had been so crazy with Jess and everything going on with that tweed-wearing pervert that my time was more divided than it used to be. And I’d never say it out loud, but P required time. And attention. Something I didn’t mind but also something I needed to be conscious of.
“Of course I’m okay with it,” he said. “This just, ah, makes her more officially, officially my sister, right?”
“Of course. Hey, you wanna take my name too, P? Then we’ll all match.”
“No,” he deadpanned.
I laughed. “Offer’s on the table.”
He hesitated, and I lunged forward and caught him in a quick hug, banging my hands against his back. “I love you, bro.”
Yeah, I said it. Why shouldn’t I? It was true. Men needed to hear it sometimes too. Especially P.
“Love you too.” His voice was gruff, a little shier than mine.
On his way out, Jess pulled into the lot. Her shitty old Mazda made me grimace. That thing’s days were numbered. I wasn’t having her driving that shit wagon around much longer.
I watched P jog into the middle of the parking lot and Jess smile at something he said. She glanced in my direction, and butterflies erupted in my gut. After pulling her into a hug, Prism left, and Jess headed my way.
