“You’re so annoying. I’m your best friend in thewholeworld. How dare you deny me the details of your tragic little life?”
I shake my head. “Really?”
“You find this funny, don’t you?”
I snicker.
Matt and hisextremelyslow-to-mature mind.
“Just tell me.”
“No.”
“Please?” He tries to convince me with his seriously weird look, which doesn’t work, because he looks like a deranged dog.
“Fine.” I drawl. “One question.Uno.” I hold up a finger. “Jeden,” I add in Polish, to make my point.
He groans. “What do you take me for, a child?”
“Yes,” I smirk. “Also, that was a question.”
He ignores me. “What’s been on your mind all week? The thing keeping you up, making you lie. And don’t you dare answer with something cryptic.”
I sigh. “A girl.”
His face went from smug to stunned.
“Wait, really? I’d be mad that you outsmarted me, but… what the hell? Younevertalk about girls.”
“Yeah, and that’s not about to change,” I tell him.
“Oh, come on. That’s no fun. Do I know her?”
“You used up your one question.”
“I do, don’t I!”
When I don’t answer, he groans.
I smirk at him. “Your midlife crisis is coming early.”
“Proof that midlife crises are total crap.”
“How?”
“Because you’ve already had five.”
I look at him, offended. “If anyone here endured midlife criseses it’s you!”
“For sure,because I’m the one who walked around like a dead fish for the past week.”
“Fish don’t walk.”
He looks at me, confused. “Huh?”
“You said your, you know what, never mind. That wasnota midlife crisis.”
“Whatever makes you sleep better at night?” He slaps my back and gets up when Zara yells breakfast.
