I sat in my new home, across from my best friend Arthur, vibrating with excitement. With a grin, I flung my arms wide. “Mine. All mine.” I wanted to add exclamation points, but I didn’t need to. He knew. He knew what having a place of my own meant. Of finally, after twenty-seven years, moving out of my parents’ home.
And about damn time.
Arthur gave me the smile I found so endearing. He was a bit older than me—but not by much. He was shyer than me—by a lot.
And he was adorable, though I’d never use the word to his face. Kind, sweet, a big teddy bear. I’d had a crush on him for a millisecond when we first met, but there was no chemistry. He was just my best friend, and the person I wanted to help christen my new home, since sadly, I wasn’t feeling chemistry with anyone else right now, ei
