It seemed weird to me that she’d ask about them. They were the reason she didn’t want to stay. But still, I liked that she cared enough to ask.
“Good,” I said. “They’re adjusting. School starts soon.”
“Have you talked to your mom?”
I pumped the dish soap and started scrubbing. “She’s doing okay. I sent her a care package with some drawings Chelsea did and letters from Alex and Sarah.”
Mom was still a mess, so I kept things light when I saw her. I told her about Mall of America and the trip Sarah was taking with Josie up to her family’s cabin in northern Minnesota.
I didn’t tell her that Chelsea had started crying for her at bedtime or how much Sarah was struggling or how Alex was less of his usual perky self. I didn’t tell her that Emma and I wouldn’t work out because my life had become something so complicated.
I think the hardest part to deal with was Emma admitting she felt this thing between us too and having to come to terms with the fact that she still didn’t want it. This would end. She would go. And both of us would miss each other.
That was the tragedy.
“It’s good you’re sending her things,” Emma said.
“Yeah, I—” My stomach gurgled and I stopped.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing. I just thought I felt a little nauseous for a second there.” I rolled my shoulders. “I’m good.”
I went back to washing. Then I froze again. I stood there for a beat, turned off the water, and bolted past her to the bathroom.
CHAPTER 34 JUSTIN
Four hours later, we were in her bed. I had the bathroom trash can and we were watching a movie. When I’d start to retch, we’d pause it until I finished and then we’d start again.
She rubbed my back and shook her head. “Vomit, lice, drunks, the Toilet King. You really know how to show a girl a good time.”
“Hey, this is your date, not mine,” I croaked.
She barked out a laugh.
“Do you regret not leaving when I told you to?” she asked.
I spit into the can. “I regret nothing. In fact I kind of feel like we need to share all our infectious diseases.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. What else ya got? Anything sexually transmitted?” Spitting. “That could be fun.” I bounced my eyebrows weakly.
“I don’t want to burst your bubble or anything, but now you look a little like a guy who got bit by a zombie and he’s just about to turn.”
“Oh WOW. Coming from patient zero that hurts.”
“Am I the asshole?”
“Yes. You one hundred percent are.”
She smiled and put a hand on my forehead, and I closed my eyes.
“No fever at least,” she said. “Hopefully you got a milder case.”
She rubbed her thumb tenderly on my cheek, and there was a very real part of me that would have gotten sick all over again for that one touch alone.
I coughed into the trash can and ruined the moment.
“I’m sorry you have to see this,” I said, pitifully.
“There is nothing I haven’t seen, I promise you. I’m just glad you’re where I can take care of you.”
I rested my head on my arm on the rim of the can. She was gazing at me with something I could have sworn was affection. Or I could be delirious. It was probably delirium.
“I think I’ve officially barfed out my entire skeleton,” I said. “Even my mouth is sweating.”
“Please don’t make me laugh. It hurts,” she said.
“God, we’re a mess. Next time we barf at my place, okay?” I said. “We can get DoorDash there.”
“What do you want from DoorDash?” she asked.
“That really good ice from Sonic.”
“Yeeesss,” she breathed.
“Cold Stone. And Yogurt Lab.”
