Josh: Entertain me.
Me: Fuck you. I’m not your circus monkey.
Josh: I woke up my roommate, I snorted so loud. You should def dress up as a circus monkey for Halloween.
Me: Only if you dress up as an ass. Sorry, I mean donkey.
Me: You’re already an ass.
Josh: What a comedian. Don’t quit your day job.
Josh: P.S. You think I won’t do it? I’ll do it just so I can blackmail you with the monkey pics.
Me: You don’t tell someone you want to blackmail them before getting the blackmail material, dumbass.
As Josh and I joked and gave each other shit, I glanced to my side, where Ava slept with her face buried in one of my pillows. A trickle of something that might’ve been guilt wormed its way into my stomach, which was ridiculous. It wasn’t like we’d messed around.
Besides, sleeping in the same bed as my best friend’s sister wasn’t the worst thing I’d ever done…or would do.
Not by a long shot.