Evan
Brooke and I are out to dinner with our parents. It is a monthly thing and has been for years. We see them in between, but they always insist we all meet for dinner.
“So, what is new? Have the two of you met anyone yet? Or have you considered being together?” my mum asks.
I am surprised they haven’t brought this up before now.
“No, we are still single,” I answer.
“And we are not getting together either.” Brooke laughs and shakes her head.
“Why not? The two of you are perfect for each other.” Brooke’s mum gushes.
You would think about all these years; they would realise we aren’t getting together. They don’t need to know about us sleeping together because that would raise way too many questions.
“Mum, it is never going to happen.” Brooke protests.
I swear I hear a hint
