"Sunshine." He says my nickname like he's in pain. I'm not telling him this to make a jab. I'm telling him this so he understands my friendship with them.
"He knows about you and me?"
"Yes," I say instantly.
"But Alice doesn't?"
"She doesn't know that we are becoming a thing." Two more weeks, I remind myself. Just two weeks and I'll be eighteen.
"We are a thing," he corrects me, and I smile.
"I'm worried that she'll feel alone. My dad is gone, I'm with you, and Sam got a girlfriend."
As if I conjured her, Alice walks into the living room, flipping on the light and freezing in place when she sees us.
I jump up from the bed. Alice's eyebrows rise in shock, then a smile crosses her face. "It's about time." She keeps smiling, but I can see the sadness in her eyes. It's always there. Wh
