“Trust me,” Darren pulled his shirt back on and shook out his fleece, “when you meet the dynamic duo, you’re going to ask yourself that very same question. But seriously.” 19
Darren dragged Jayden back into town right after a short lunch, inflicted by Mum, who’d caught them on their way downstairs. Jayden had flushed so hard he was sure Mum had seen right through him, but she’d not said anything, and he’d been kind of grateful for Darren’s reasons to escape.
“She’s going to work us out,” he warned Darren as they waited for the bus.
“So?”
“So I’m not out yet, and I don’t know how she’d react, and…”
“And cross that bridge when you come to it,” Darren advised. “Your mum’s not going to freak. My mother might freak, but yours is more likely to hug us both to death.”
“Not much better,” Jayden grumbled, but let it slide.