That Night Better Together Chat
That Night
BETTER TOGETHER CHAT
GRACE: Boys, I got the job I wanted! With Milo Cantera, the business manager.
LANDON: The soccer guy?
CONNOR: Sweet. Forget all this American football stuff, Grace, and come over to the beautiful game instead.
GRACE: Yes, the soccer guy. I start in January after school and the holidays are over.
LANDON: I’m so proud of you, Gracie, that’s awesome.
RAWLEY: Love you, sis. Exciting!
LANDON: Everyone got their plane tickets for Thanksgiving? We can celebrate then.
CONNOR: Yessir. Orlando here I come.
LANDON: FYI Mom’s out. It’s just us.
RAWLEY: Oh shocker
LANDON: I’m inviting a few teammates and others who don’t have family plans. I think we have 20 or so total.
RAWLEY: Dang. Any hot friends of Rori’s coming?
LANDON: Rawls…seriously, don’t start.
CONNOR:
LANDON: And Grace, don’t plan on bringing him. Please. He’s not invited.
RAWLEY: That’s cold. She didn’t even ask.
CONNOR: “The quarterback who shall not be named.”
LANDON: I’m glad you guys are having a good time with this, but I’m serious. Okay Grace?
I put the phone aside and sigh, not responding. It’s now been almost two weeks since Johnson’s injury—since Landon found out about us—and he’s still freezing him out.
“No, it’s not okay,” I want to say to Landon. “He’s my boyfriend.” I hold myself back because I know that, at this point, Johnson and he need to work this out directly.
How that’s going to happen if Landon won’t even speak with him is the issue.