“But I had my fingers crossed,” Russ whispered. “Shhhh!”
Brandon couldn’t stop smiling, partly because of Russ, partly because his best friends in the whole world had made his homecoming even more special than it already was and partly because he was, finally, home.
Russ put Duran Duran on the stereo and when Stig reappeared, with Craig close behind, they were carrying drinks with ice in glasses, not plastic cups. There was pizza and sushi, not peanuts and chips. And people to talk to about music, celebrities, and fashion, not the heat, those bloody Abos,and the price of gold.
“So what are you going to do now?” asked Stig after the excitement of Brandon’s return had died down. “Now you’ve resigned.”
Brandon shrugged. “Not sure. Haven’t thought about it. Take some time off I guess. I need a break.”
“You had two months in Europe last year, bitch,” said Russ.