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to get him started. If only I trusted him.
    I may not trust him now, but I have time. I’ll give him a month to prove himself.

 
    Chapter 6
    Ryan
     
    “Looks like it’s the year of long lost relatives,” Brett says, checking his face out in the bathroom mirror. He’s pushing at a pimple that’s been on his face for days. It’d go away if he stopped messing with it.
    “Yeah, but you didn’t come waltzing in with a bullshit sickness.”
    “Uh-huh.” Brett leans back, dropping his hands and examining his barely-there abs. He keeps flexing and sticking his tongue out to the side of his mouth like he’s concentrating real hard. He was asked by a few seniors to go to prom with them, and I think it’s going to his head. He hasn’t heard a word I’ve been saying.
    I grab the hand towel and whip his scrawny ass.
    “Jesus! What the hell?”
    “Language!” Grams yells from down the hall.
    “Dude, stop ogling yourself and help me out.”
    “What do you want me to do?”
    “Listen.”
    “When’d you turn into such a girl?”
    “Around the same time you did.” I toss the hand towel back on the counter and Brett pulls the hair gel out. I’ve been in my tux, ready to go for twenty minutes already.
    “Okay… so you think Daddy Boggs is full of it, huh?” he says, squirting the blue gel into his palm.
    “The whole thing stinks. Like Pop-pop’s broccoli farts.”
    “Hey!” We hear from down the hall, then Grams’ voice follows.
    “Well, he’s not wrong.”
    Brett chuckles, pushing his hands through his brown hair. He keeps shaking his head to try to get that tousled looks chicks are going for.
    Luckily for me, that comes naturally.
    “Was he looking for money or something?”
    “Lex said she asked him that… he said he wasn’t.” I kick at the doorframe, my tongue now sticking out slightly as I think about the conversation I had with Lex. After she heard him out, she snuck into my room and talked so much for a second I thought she was Kaylee. She paced the floor, going back and forth on how she felt, what she believed. She said her dad just wants to be part of their lives again before it’s too late. Sounds like every cliché in the book. Something about it just rubs against my gut, making my mouth taste like sour pickles. I want to tell her that, but she’s already so confused, so I keep my thoughts to myself.
    “Well, let her deal with it then,” Brett says, giving his hair the nod of approval before sliding his arms into a white undershirt. He pushes his head through the neck hole, effectively ruining the hair he just meticulously styled.
    “But something’s funny about it.”
    “Then tell her it’s bugging you.”
    “I can’t.” I shift out of the doorway so he can slip past to his room. “Man, all she’s wanted since we were seven was for her dad to come back. I can’t ruin it for her over my damn gut. What if he’s telling the truth and I’m just being paranoid?”
    Brett shakes his head, digging under his bed for some black socks. He finds one, gives it a sniff, and then tosses it to the laundry basket. “I’m not giving you advice anymore. You just piss all over it.”
    “But it’s been so enlightening.” I joke.
    My phone buzzes in my pocket just as Brett finds a black sock that passes the smell test.
    “I know, we’re late,” I say into the cell before Kaylee can lecture me. “You can blame Brett for that.”
    “You are. So we’re coming to you.”
    “Huh?”
    “We’re on our… seriously, Lexie, stop pulling at it. Your boobs look sha-mazing… We’ll meet you at your place. Grams wanted pictures anyway, right?”
    “What’s this about Lex’s boobs?”
    “ Bye ! And be ready.”
    The line clicks off and I look over my shoulder to make sure Brett’s at least got his pants on. He does, so I do my own check in the bathroom mirror to make sure there’s not a twin zit on my face.
    The doorbell rings about three minutes later. I adjust my jacket, make sure my