All I want is forever with Felix.
I’m pretty sure I love him.
From,
Bowen Merlin
I smiled at the ornament and left the room.
Chapter Eleven
12 Days Until Christmas
“HOW DOyou think rehearsal went?” I asked Alan, driving to his house on Wednesday evening.
“Pretty good,” he answered, switching through radio stations. “Honestly, we sound better than when Mrs. Waterson was our teacher, and half of that is probably just from you reorganizing our seats.”
Alan changed from country to pop to classic rock to a talk show in speedy succession. Pinwheels of ever-changing colors flashed before my vision. I reached out and put a hand over his.
“What?” he asked.
“Leave it for a moment.”
“But this song blows.”
“Yes, but the rapid changing is making me nauseous,” I joked.
“What do you—oh. Sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
“Like fireworks,” he said, remembering my description.
“Put it on 85.5.”
Alan scrunched his face up. “That’s oldies.”
“It’s called blues.”
Alan grumbled, punched in the station, and I sighed pleasantly.
“You’re staying over tonight,” Alan stated after a moment. “Dad told me.”
“Is that okay with you?”
Alan nodded. “It’s fine. I just don’t want to hear anything.”
My bow tie started strangling me. “Wh-what would you hear?” I asked, realizing how fucking lame I sounded eventryingto pretend me and Felix weren’t having sex.
“Come on,” Alan said. “Do you think I believe you’re playing board games or something? I’m fifteen—I’ve had the sex talk, Bowen.”
“All right, my bad.” I turned on the windshield wipers as it began to snow.
“Some guys at school asked about you and Dad,” Alan continued.
“Did they?”
“Uh-huh.”
