“I miss you, too. You’ll be here soon and we can have lots of fun.”
“We better. I’m getting too much crap from my mom about why you suddenly moved to California,” he said with a sigh, and then began laughing. “Girl, your mom’s telling everyone that you met a handsome foreign stranger and eloped like in some Harlequin novel. She even has the creepy, dreamy eyes.”
“Oh, don’t tell me that!” I groaned. Once we hung up, I needed to call my mom and talk her down from the grand fantasy she was spreading.
“It’s true! My mom doesn’t want me to go because of that, but when I explained to her I was eighteen and you already bought my ticket, she finally let it go.”
“Good, ‘cause I’ve missed my best friend.”
“s**t, you’re making new best friends, I know it,” he said.
I could almost hear his pout
