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Plus, even though Erin had been kind of a bitch on the phone, she’d apologized a few days later. And she seemed to be trying to make up for it, or something. She was being nice. Cassie could absolutely be an adult. A good guest. A goodfriend,who didn’t sleep with her friends’ moms, no matter how hot they were.
That was why it was better to be facing the sink, looking at the suds and not Erin’s face. She was really fucking pretty, and Cassie was trying to not let it be a problem.
“Time for the tour,” Parker said when they finished cleaning.
They’d dropped their suitcases in the hall when they arrived, toohungry to bother with them. Now Parker grabbed them both without asking and led Cassie up the staircase.
“You’ve already seen the first floor,” she said. “There’s a basement, too, where we will be spending New Year’s Eve definitelynotgetting drunk.”
“I’m not stupid, Parker,” Erin called up the stairs. She wasn’t joining them on the tour, thankfully.
Parker grinned at Cassie. “Some of my friends’ parents think they are perfect angels, so we still act like we don’t drink. But my mom’s really cool about letting us as long as everyone gives her their car keys when they arrive.”
“Nice,” Cassie said. The thought of Erin as the “cool mom” was too much.
Parker’s room was at the top of the stairs. Paintings and pencil drawings covered her walls. They got steadily better in quality as you looked around the room, like a testament to practice makes perfect. There was a mirror against one wall, with pictures of her friends stuck in the sides. The room was very lived in, even if Parker hadn’t actually lived here in months.
“Hey,” Cassie said, fingers finding the edge of a photograph right at eye level. It was of her and Acacia, huge grins on their faces, both flicking off the camera.
“Yeah, I put it up at Thanksgiving,” Parker said. “I think it really captures both of your personalities.”
Cassie felt—loved. Or something. It was gross. “Who even prints photos anymore? Were you born in the nineties?”
“Oh, shut up.”
They continued the tour. The guest room where Cassie was staying was next to Parker’s, though much more standardly decorated. On the other side of Parker’s room was the bathroom, stark white except for the rug in front of the sink, which looked like a bi pride flag. At Cassie’s raised eyebrows, Parker gave a half smile.
“When my dad moved out I was kind of a bitch about it,” shesaid. “During one fight with my mom I accused her of being a slutty bisexual, basically, which is embarrassing onso manylevels, including the one where I am also bi and fucking hate that stereotype.” Parker dragged her toe through the shag rug. “I’m not sure if she got this as a peace offering or to make me feel bad for being a shitty kid, but I kind of love it. We’re a house of bis. More so now that you’re here.”
At least Parker knew her mom was into women. It’d be awful to find that out by learning she slept with your friend. Not that Parker was gonna learn that. Obviously.
Cassie realized she needed to react to what Parker said and smiled belatedly.
“You tired?” Parker asked.
No, just thinking about fucking your mom.
“Yeah,” Cassie lied, rubbing at her neck. “Also like, does anyone actually use this bathroom? It’s fucking spotless.”
There was a candle on the tank of the toilet, a clear glass bottle of soap by the sink, and that was it. No toothbrush or toothpaste. No hair ties on the counter or slipped over the doorknob. Cassie wondered if there was even shampoo behind the frosted opaque walls of the shower-tub combo.
“My mom is obsessed with looking good for company,” Parker said. “She’s not like this in real life. Here, see.”
She led Cassie out of the bathroom to the opposite end of the hallway from the guest room. Parker opened a door before Cassie could process what would be behind it.
“I knew it’d be messy.”
Fuck.
When Cassie had fantasized about seeing Erin’s room, this was not how it happened. There was a nice bed, way too big for one person. It was made, but hastily, covers askew. A bra hung out of one of the open drawers of Erin’s dresser. Cassie looked away. Why did she ever think visiting was a good idea?
“That’s pretty much it,” Parker said when they were safely back in the hallway. “I’m going to take a shower and go to bed.”
“Yeah, I’m going to pass out,” Cassie said. “I’m exhausted.”
It was true, but she also absolutely did not want to be alone with Erin while Parker showered. Cassie said good night and slipped into the guest bedroom. As soon as she closed the door, she pulled out her phone to text Acacia.
Cassie [Today 9:32 PM]
