A few moments pass and we're driving by Diego's house when she pops the question I was waiting for. "Why do your parents think we're dating?" she asks.
"It's a long story that goes back many, many years," I explain. "My mom for some reason thinks I like girls because I never talked about guys. And there was a weird slight obsession with an older female neighbor and then there were the hand-me-down clothes. Basically, they just assumed I liked girls and it stuck. And then when I was hanging out with you so much, they made more assumptions."
"I see...you've not told them about Diego, I'm assuming?" she asks and I scoff loud enough that it causes her to jump.
"'Have I told them about Diego?' First of all, I've barely told myself about Diego," I retort. "They would never let me hang out wit
