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We’re both breathing heavily as I step back and Lisa comes into the room as we spring apart.
“Kids?” she says, coming to a halt when she sees us. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, Mom,” Luna says quickly. “Thomas was trying to help, but his big fat fingers almost cost you a plate.”
Lisa laughs. “That’s okay, honey. It’s nice to see you two finally getting along.”
I try not to snort. My God. How clueless parents can be.
“Who’s up for some pumpkin pie?”
“That’d be great, Mom,” Luna says.
I give Lisa a tight smile as she goes to check if dad would like pie, too.
“Fat fingers?” I roll my eyes.
“It’s better than saying you have a thick skull and have been hit too many times in the head with a flying football.”
“Very funny.”
“How about you leave me alone to finish this and go pretend to be the perfect son to your dad.”
“Like I’d need to pretend,” I grunt.
She rolls her eyes back at me. “Try hard wannabe.”
“Bitch.”
She throws the nearest thing, a plastic spatula, and I duck as it flies past me and hits the wall.
“Didn’t know you were violent as well as a liar,” I snark.
“Wouldn’t want to ruin that pretty boy face now, would we?”
Just as I’m about to insult her back, her damn phone rings.
Fergie. “Big Girls Don’t Cry.”
A grin spreads across my face as she fumbles around in her back pocket to shut it off.
I can’t help but laugh.
There is no escaping it now. No freaking way.
“Time to change that ringtone, Lu,” I say, swaggering as I leave. “Big girls may not cry, but they sure as hell pack a mean punch. Though if you wanna hit me next time, aim a little to the left. Your throw’s off.”
I leave her standing there furious as I head to the den, chuckling as I go.
I haven’t seen Luna for at least two weeks. I don’t know if she’s just hiding from me, or purposely avoiding all of the placeswe’d usually run into one another. But even I begin to worry when I don’t see her at her favorite coffee shop.
I debate texting her but, in the end, I know that if I text Lisa about it, she’ll just worry.
Sighing, I pull my phone out before practice and shoot her a message.
You alive?
To my annoyance, she doesn’t answer. She doesn’t even read the text.
