And really, I know I should want him to apologize—and I’m sure a part of me does since we’re endgame and everything—but I don’t want to think about him right now. Honestly, I’m more interested in spending the Fourth with Devin.

“I can still spend time with you even if I’m hanging out with Drew,” I say, but as the words leave my mouth, I realize how hollow they sound. I literally made em the same promise this past weekend and failed.

But Devin just smiles and says, “Okay, I’d love to have you. It’ll be nice to have someone there who’s actually my age.”

This time around, I’ll just go to Devin’s place first. That way, Drew can’t keep me from leaving, and I can keep my promise.

Monday, July 2

Isleofsunshine posted:

@MeetCuteDiary I know who made the claim about you, but they don’t want to talk to you or reveal their name. If you have a message to pass on to them, I can do it for you.

Devin drops me off outside the apartment, and I take the elevator up. My mind has been swirling since we got on the freeway and I remembered that I needed to check on the Diary.

I’m just about to stick my key into the door when I hear a loud, high-pitched laugh coming from the other side. Maggie?

I place my ear against the door and hear Brian say, “Noah can have these, but I’m hiding the bulk of them. He’ll eat everything.”

Which, given my week, is straight-up adding insult to injury. I’m about to throw the door open and put Brian in his place when Maggie says, “He eats a lot for a girl,” and I freeze, my hand hovering near the lock.

“He’s a boy,” Brian says, his voice forceful.

Maggie laughs. “Okay, sure, but he’s still got a girl’s body. You’d think he’d eat like a girl.”

Brian’s quiet for a moment, and then he says, “Just because he was assigned female at birth doesn’t mean he has a girl’s body.”

“Why are you being so dramatic about this? He’s not even here.”

I can almost picture Brian rolling his eyes, back stiff as he says, “Because he’s my brother? It doesn’t matter if he can’t hear you. You should still respect him.”

My heart flutters a little as I picture Brian standing in the kitchen, his eyes narrowed accusatorily at Maggie. I mean, it’s invigorating to hear him standing up for me even though he thinks I’m not around to hear it, but it feels even better knowing I was right about Maggie being a piece of shit.