“That’s what gay means.”
“So when I said I thought you were hot—”
“Walker, I swear to God!”
“That means something different now.”
“It doesn’t.”
“You could theoretically be into me.”
“I’mnot.”
“But theoretically—”
“Walker.I’m not into you.”
“Yet.”
Yes, this is better than any sitcom.
Finn rises to his feet again. “Okay, wait guys. The most important thing here is thatMilesisqueer.”
“How is that important?” I ask quickly because I’m having a lot of fun right now. Fuck, I wish I had popped some popcorn.
“He’s the least queer-coded guy I’ve ever met, and I hang with Walker’s gym bros,” he says, grinning wide. “There’s no way you’ll survive a pride parade dressing like that, man. You’ll get kicked out.”
“I’ve been to pride many times,” Miles says.
“Where? In your head?”
“No, dickhead. In Chicago. Multiple times.”
“Why?”
Miles looks at him like he’s completely convinced Finn just lost his last remaining brain cell. Then he looks around the room and realizes the rest of the house is wearing the exact same blankexpression. Rolling his eyes, he pulls out his phone, scrolls for a second, and flips the screen toward us.
The photo shows him smiling between two women. One is a tall Asian woman who looks exactly like him, with high cheekbones, dark hair, and a little smirk. The other is shorter, with curly hair and a big smile, her arm wrapped tight around Miles’ waist.
“My moms,” Miles says. “And my little sister. She’s taking the photo.”
The room goes dead silent again.
I’m learning a ton of wild shit today.
“Yourmoms?” Grant says slowly.
“Yeah.”
“Like... your parents?”
“Yeah.”
“Both of them?”
“Yeah.”
Finn leans forward. “You havetwomoms? How the fuck did you never mention that?”
