THERE’S A SPIRAL staircase leading up to Wade’s roof where there’s a deck and railing. During the day, you can see little bit of the ocean in the distance. Wade and Adam live in a modest two-story house in Santa Monica, not too far from me. It’s dark now, and as I cushion my head with my arm, I look up at the sky, so full of stars it almost doesn’t seem real.
I never expect anyone to accommodate for my addiction, but when things get too much for me, I have to remove myself. I’m not ready to go home just yet, so coming up on the roof isolates me from the drinks that are being served below.
I hear someone climbing up the stairs, and a few seconds later, Hayley’s blonde head appears. She makes her way over to where I am laying on the deck and lays down next to me.
“Well,” she starts off, “
