“I missed you,” he repeated, instead of what he really wanted to say, but then Darren smiled, his glasses shifting on his nose, and, really, this was perfect just as it was.
* * * *
Charley was waiting on the wall early on Saturday evening, looking roughly two hundred and thirty dollars in her frayed jeans and hot pink padded vest. She never looked a million dollars, though she tried, but her enthusiastic hug and the croon of approval at his new jeans made Jayden feel like maybe he was a million dollars.
“So, what’s this secret?” she asked, looking around as if he was actually hiding the secret behind a lamppost somewhere. “You said secret, now I get to hear it!”
“I invited Darren.”
She squeaked and beamed. “As in, boyfriend Darren? As in, cute gay guy who’s macking with you on Friday nights and I don’t get to hear about it? As in, the Darren who took you on that perfect date you never went into detail about?”