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Calvin glances at Sienna, who nods in agreement. “Sounds good to us.”
“Yes,” Sutton squeals, bringing her clenched fists up to her chest in celebration.
“We’re gonna tidy up here and head over, if you want to meet us there in like, thirty minutes.”
“Perfect. Did you want us to bring anything?” Sienna asks.
“We’ve probably got most things, but if there’s anything specific you want to drink, then go for it,” Casey says, wrapping her arm around Sutton’s shoulders. “Come on you, you promised to tidy up so you could stay up late.”
We all watch them go with smiles on our faces.
“So, we’re all watching the game at Casey and Kodie’s then,” I mutter.
“You don’t have to come if you have other plans.”
“Other plans? My life currently consists of zero plans and you know it.”
“Hmm,” Sienna teases. “If only that were true.”
I glare at her.
“What? What did I miss?” Calvin asks, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet at the sniff of some gossip.
“Someone snuck home in the middle of the night a couple days ago.”
“Ohhhh, do tell,” Calvin teases.
I throw my hands up. “I knew living with my nosy sister would get old fast.”
“Hey, I’m barely ever there. You love it.”
I do. I love being close to her again and getting to hang out regularly.
“Maybe,” I confess.
“So, who were you with? Was it Darcy?” Sienna asks excitedly.
“No. Darcy and I aren’t a thing, and I don’t think we will be.”
“Damn, he’s cute.”
Calvin rears back to look at his girl. “I’m sorry, he’s what?”
Sienna rolls her eyes at him and waves him off.
“Yeah, he is. But there’s nothing there. Sorry to disappoint.”
“You’ve totally met someone,” Sienna announces. “It’s the guy from online, isn’t it? You met him again?”
“Sienna,” I warn.
“Oh my god. You did. Calvin,” she says excitedly, tugging on her boyfriend’s arm like a little kid. “My little brother is finally growing up.”
“We’re just having a bit of fun. Don’t get carried away.”
“We should head out,” Calvin says, attempting to defuse the situation. But if he thinks that’ll stop Sienna, he really doesn’t know her that well.
Once she’s latched onto something, she’s like a dog with a bone.
