up. "I like him. He's funny."
"Maybe, he might come back," Winter said gently. "Why don't you go finish up your homework? Is Matty done?"
"No, he's still reading," Emily said, making an exit.
"So, back to the subject at hand," Tristan said smugly.
"Yes, back to the subject at hand," Winter said without missing a beat. "Back to what you said earlier. Do you think he'd make a good boyfriend ?" She gave me a meaningful glance.
"Yeah, I think so," Tristan said with a casualness that didn't deceive me.
"Excellent. I'm glad we got that cleared up. What do you think, Eva?"
I stared at her, shaking my head slightly.
"Uh," I stammered. "I…don't know?" I looked at her helplessly.
"Don't you think he's cute , Eva?" she persisted.
"I… I guess." Man, these two were confusing. See what I have to deal with everyday? See what I have to put up with?! These two – two – argh, goodness gracious! Not fair. I wanted to sulk and pout like a little kid.
"Don't you think he'd make a good boyfriend , Eva?" Tristan said, grinning at me and inclining his head toward Winter just a bit.
I looked at both of them, bewildered and completely perplexed.
" Yes , since we're all speaking in italics , and since we're all being so positive about Zack today, yes he'll make a good boyfriend , and yes I do think he's cute . Happy?" I looked at the two of them defiantly.
"Very," they both said at the same time, identical satisfied smirks on their faces. Tristan turned back to picking out some spinach for dinner at the same time Winter turned back to her Chem homework.
I shook my head slowly. What had just happened? First, that wacky appearance made by Zack at lunch time, and the even more bizarre conversation that followed, and now, this ? What had I done to deserve this? I finally said to myself that in a past life I must have been a huge sinner, even though my whole family was atheist.
Such was my life with Winter. This 'date' hadn't even happened, and already it was off to a weird start. Wonderful. I knew this would come along just swimmingly.
Chapter Eight: Pizza Night
Tristan
I was very confused when Zack showed up on Tuesday and asked for Eva .
"Uh, yea, she's here, why?"
Zack gave me a weird look. "Because we're hanging out today," he explained slowly.
"But I thought – never mind. Come in," I said, stepping back. "Is Winter coming with you?"
Zack gave me a sidelong look, like he was trying to figure me out. "No," he finally said. "Winter's not coming."
"Why not?" I demanded.
Zack looked at me pointedly.
Just then, my younger sister dashed downstairs, Winter hot on her heels.
"Give them back, Ev!" she was shouting exasperatedly.
"Nuh-uh," she said, childishly sticking her tongue out. She looked nice – her blonde hair was shiny and straight, and she was wearing her nicest pair of jeans.
Winter returned the action before noticing that Zack and I were staring at their childish exchange. Next to Eva, she looked extremely casual. She had stolen a pair of my clean track sweats, which were slightly too long; only the tips of her little toes peeked out. They hung low on her hips and I could see that she was wearing a pair of dark green plaid boxers underneath (and guess who those belonged to?). Her hair was up in a messy, haphazard bun. But her dark eyes were sparkling. They connected with mine for a second before flickering over to Zack's. "Zack! Hi," she said. She pointed at Eva. "She stole my earrings! So don't compliment her on them. They're mine!"
"Not anymore," Eva said smugly, fingering the miniscule silver stars. "Hey, Zack."
"Hi," he replied. "Ready to go?"
I was overwhelmed. What was going on? Someone had turned the tables here.
"They're going to go hang out," Winter said, her voice rushed and worried. "Okay, Tristan?" She bit her lip.
I nodded. "Fine. Come back by eleven."
Winter and I shared a smile. She said she thought I would make a good dad someday, with all the practice I was getting. She
"Maybe, he might come back," Winter said gently. "Why don't you go finish up your homework? Is Matty done?"
"No, he's still reading," Emily said, making an exit.
"So, back to the subject at hand," Tristan said smugly.
"Yes, back to the subject at hand," Winter said without missing a beat. "Back to what you said earlier. Do you think he'd make a good boyfriend ?" She gave me a meaningful glance.
"Yeah, I think so," Tristan said with a casualness that didn't deceive me.
"Excellent. I'm glad we got that cleared up. What do you think, Eva?"
I stared at her, shaking my head slightly.
"Uh," I stammered. "I…don't know?" I looked at her helplessly.
"Don't you think he's cute , Eva?" she persisted.
"I… I guess." Man, these two were confusing. See what I have to deal with everyday? See what I have to put up with?! These two – two – argh, goodness gracious! Not fair. I wanted to sulk and pout like a little kid.
"Don't you think he'd make a good boyfriend , Eva?" Tristan said, grinning at me and inclining his head toward Winter just a bit.
I looked at both of them, bewildered and completely perplexed.
" Yes , since we're all speaking in italics , and since we're all being so positive about Zack today, yes he'll make a good boyfriend , and yes I do think he's cute . Happy?" I looked at the two of them defiantly.
"Very," they both said at the same time, identical satisfied smirks on their faces. Tristan turned back to picking out some spinach for dinner at the same time Winter turned back to her Chem homework.
I shook my head slowly. What had just happened? First, that wacky appearance made by Zack at lunch time, and the even more bizarre conversation that followed, and now, this ? What had I done to deserve this? I finally said to myself that in a past life I must have been a huge sinner, even though my whole family was atheist.
Such was my life with Winter. This 'date' hadn't even happened, and already it was off to a weird start. Wonderful. I knew this would come along just swimmingly.
Chapter Eight: Pizza Night
Tristan
I was very confused when Zack showed up on Tuesday and asked for Eva .
"Uh, yea, she's here, why?"
Zack gave me a weird look. "Because we're hanging out today," he explained slowly.
"But I thought – never mind. Come in," I said, stepping back. "Is Winter coming with you?"
Zack gave me a sidelong look, like he was trying to figure me out. "No," he finally said. "Winter's not coming."
"Why not?" I demanded.
Zack looked at me pointedly.
Just then, my younger sister dashed downstairs, Winter hot on her heels.
"Give them back, Ev!" she was shouting exasperatedly.
"Nuh-uh," she said, childishly sticking her tongue out. She looked nice – her blonde hair was shiny and straight, and she was wearing her nicest pair of jeans.
Winter returned the action before noticing that Zack and I were staring at their childish exchange. Next to Eva, she looked extremely casual. She had stolen a pair of my clean track sweats, which were slightly too long; only the tips of her little toes peeked out. They hung low on her hips and I could see that she was wearing a pair of dark green plaid boxers underneath (and guess who those belonged to?). Her hair was up in a messy, haphazard bun. But her dark eyes were sparkling. They connected with mine for a second before flickering over to Zack's. "Zack! Hi," she said. She pointed at Eva. "She stole my earrings! So don't compliment her on them. They're mine!"
"Not anymore," Eva said smugly, fingering the miniscule silver stars. "Hey, Zack."
"Hi," he replied. "Ready to go?"
I was overwhelmed. What was going on? Someone had turned the tables here.
"They're going to go hang out," Winter said, her voice rushed and worried. "Okay, Tristan?" She bit her lip.
I nodded. "Fine. Come back by eleven."
Winter and I shared a smile. She said she thought I would make a good dad someday, with all the practice I was getting. She
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