Kason laughed. “Of course it was.”
Giselle chugged her water, seemingly at a loss for words.
Ironic.
“I gotta bounce,” I said, pushing off the counter.
“Go get her, bro,” Kason urged.
“I intend to.” I expected one last cheap shot from Giselle, but she said nothing as I walked out.
Giselle
“What do we know about this girl?” I asked Kason as I slipped into a seat across from him at my kitchen table.
“She’s hot.”
“I figured that.” Even in high school, Thayer always dated the prettiest girls. Kason would never admit it, but he was always jealous of Thayer. “I meant, where’s she from? What’s her major?”
“You want her resume, too?” Kason asked.
“I’m just curious. Thayer doesn’t go on many dates, right?”
“Most girls just come to the house. He doesn’t really have to take them out. But great ideas for dates,” he said, making fun of my suggestions.
“What was wrong with them?”
“After all these years, do you know him at all?” he asked me.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You guys argue like you’re siblings, yet you have no idea that bringing a girl snowboarding is his perfect idea of a night out.”
“We do not argue like siblings.”
“You do. Always have.”
“Well, he’s stupid,” I said, unable to come up with a more mature explanation for why Kason thought we bickered like siblings.
“You should be happy for him,” Kason said.
“Why?”
“Cuz the guy is the best guy I know. He should find someone who likes him for him.”
“What happens if this girl only likes him because he’s a rad snowboarder?”
Kason burst out laughing. “Rad snowboarder?”
“What?” I asked.
“That sounds so funny coming out of your mouth.” He laughed again.
“Well, he is rad. Always has been.”
He shook his head. “He’s gonna laugh when I tell him you said that.”
“Don’t you dare tell him!”