Don't worry I won't embarrass you. I'm just going to check out his
friends. Maybe his grades and definitely his track record with the ladies.”
“Jackson Ryan Taylor, I swear to whatever holy being there maybe that
I will personally rip you a...”
“Whoa, calm down. She's violent,” he whispered only for Danny. “Can't I
be concerned?”
“Yes, so long as you keep your mouth shut.”
“What?”
“Not a word, Jack. I mean it.”
“Moira...”
“Not a word!”
I stormed out of the bathroom and that was the end of that
conversation

Movie. What's my favorite kind of movie?”
“Is there a point to this?”
“Please, Lucy. What's my favorite movie?”
“Horror. Why?”
“No reason,” I sighed as I slouched back in the chair.
“And would you stop that! Please? It's distracting,” she said as she
slammed her hand down on top of mine to stop me from twirling my ring.
I jerked my hand out from under hers so I could cross my arms over my
chest.
“What's with you today?” Her tone was saturated with distaste.
“Nothing.”
“Well, you're being awfully annoying for nothing to be wrong,” she
retorted. “Go ahead, Josh. I'm listening now.”
I could feel the cold emanating from her and flowing in my direction. It
had been this way for a while I just didn't want to see it.
Danny and Josh looked at me and then awkwardly focused on other
things.

Well, I would tell Danny. I'd probably edit for Josh. That is if there was
anything worth editing.
“Joshua Roberts, you had better get your butt on the move!” Danny
hollered as he walked down the stairs.
I was nervously waiting for them to leave as I pretended to watch TV in
the front room.
“We're going to be late.”
“So the hair crisis is under control I see.”
“A stray hair will never win between a bottle of gel and a gay man,” he
declared with a smile. “Joshua!”
“I'm coming. I'm coming.”
I heard his sandals click on the stairs and I waited to see if the mental
image matched the real one. To my non surprise it did.

I went to say no, but I winced as I pulled my tooth out of my lip.
I was absolutely hopeless. In a two minute period my front curls had
started to go straight due to my constant brushing them behind my ears
and I was pretty sure my lip was bleeding. Frustrated I pushed myself off of
the couch with a huff and walked around the glass coffee table to head for
the kitchen.
“I've made you angry.”
“No.”
Darren got up and cut me off in the middle of the room. “Yes, I did.
You're angry with me.”
“No, not with you.”
“Then what's wrong?”
“I'm angry with myself.

We were still twirling around the tiny parking lot when the neighbors
screamed 'Happy New Year'. Unfortunately we weren't sober enough to
realize that was our cue to call it a night. Josh had a new beer in his hands,
Danny was eating the last hot dog and Darren and I were still dancing
when the cops showed up.

The other four houses yielded jewelry, wallets, credit cards, laptops, iPads and Kindles, even a couple of expensive looking vases....

"You didn't do anything stupid like writing IOUs and signing your name, did you?"
"That's an excellent idea," said Danny. He stepped back through the gate, waited for a count of five, and then returned to Eric. Now Eric was standing, and when he saw Danny he visibly sagged with relief. "What kind of moron are you?"
"The fun-loving kind," said Danny. "I'm not an idiot, of course I didn't sign my name to IOUs."
"Good."
"I signed yours.