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“Who cares?” he mumbled.
You apparently.
“I don’t think it’s that simple,” I started. “She’s my best friend, and you did some shitty things when we were little. You once overheard us talking about her first real date. You were a senior. Remember?”
“No. I don’t,” he spat way too fast. I suppressed a smile.
“You spend two hours telling us stories about how you and your friends talked about the girls you went out with. She stood her date up because she was scared of the things he would tell about her later.”
“Big whoop,” Tyler rolled his eyes. “She missed a date with a pimply freshman.”
“He was a sophomore,” I narrowed my eyes at him. He was tapping with his foot and that was the longest conversation we ever had about a girl. “And he asked her out again next year when you were already gone. They ended up dating for a few months.”
“Turns out I did no harm, did I?” he was pouting.
“Where are you?” Madison’s voice came from the hallway and interrupted our conversation.
“In my room,” Tyler yelled and seemed relieved she showed up to save him from our exchange.
Madison’s face appeared at the door, her eyes shut.
“Is it safe to look? Did he bring new posters?”
I didn’t answer for a moment. Then my brain signalized me that the question was obviously for me.
“No,” I cleared my throat. “It’s fine. You can look.”
Madison opened her eyes and smiled.
“I love how empty those walls are,” Madison joked.
“Oh, don’t tempt me, monster Maddie. In half an hour I could turn this place into a sixteen-year-old virgin’s room again.”
“Sixteen?” Madison and I asked at the same time.
“I was a wallflower,” Tyler batted his long eyelashes in our way.
I felt strangely calm and pleased. I almost forgot the thing I was going to have to suffer through tonight.
“Does anyone know what’s so important to discuss?” Tyler asked.
“Sylvia,” the three of us dragged and laughed.
“Has anyone had a normal conversation with her?” I asked.
“Today or like ever?” Tyler deadpanned.
“I sort of did,” Madison said. “She saw pictures of an event I helped organize in a magazine. She spent ten minutes explaining me why I am bad in my job. Does it count?” she was looking at me like her eyes were extracting information from my brain without me noticing.
“Stop that,” I frowned at her. Her pink lips parted as if she was about to say something, but she changed her mind.
“OK, enough with the small talk,” she clapped her hands together. “Get your asses downstairs. We’re going to that dinner and you’re both starting to talk to mom. I’m done entertaining her with my life while you two ignore her.”
Madison turned her back at us and left the room. The sound of her heels irritated me. It reminded me of mom.
“She’s right,” Tyler surprised me.
“About what?”
