Chapter 4

“So, how are things with Hellboy?”

I shook my head. I called Hector Hec, so Casey took it to be heckand turned it into a whole new thing. He also said it matched his personality, because of the hell he caused me.

“It’s…fine. We had another stupid fight last night about me not going to the gay bar with him after our show.”

“But you’d already made plans with us, anyway.”

I nodded. “I know, and that’s what I told him. Then, when we got home, I saw he’d mismatched his socks again.”

Casey lightly hit the bottom half of the piano. “Bastard. Doesn’t he know what that does?”

“Oh, shut up.” I hit him lightly on the thigh. “He does it just to piss me off, which is the bigger problem.”

“Well, he does have a point.” Casey ran his hands through his dirty blond hair. “I mean, if I were dating some girl who refused to tell her parents about me…especially after two years…I’d be a little bitter.”

“Yeah, but her parents likely wouldn’t disown her for dating a guy. Mine would.”