Wildfire (Maple Hills, #2)(110)
I thought the tent would be romantic but for the first time, we really did struggle to make it fit. It was stuffy and annoying and I entirely misjudged how cute it would be. There was also a massive spider that Russ claimed he removed, which I truly believe he did not, and now I’m worried I ate it in my sleep.
I hear the sound of the front door opening while Russ is in the shower and I know that I have a short window to join them as the water shuts off. Pulling on some shorts under the Callaghan jersey I stole from Russ’s wardrobe until we go to the campus store and get me my own, I head downstairs to what I hope is going to be his favorite surprise.
It feels weird wandering around Russ’s house like I live here, when the people who actually live here just arrived. Bobby and JJ are fighting over the “happy housewarming party” banner that appears to have been edited with a sharpie to say “happy housecoming party.”
“Housecoming?” I ask as I reach the bottom step.
“It’s the closest we could get to homecoming on such short notice,” JJ laughs.
Bobby holds it up. “You could have made it say homecoming, you just didn’t want to.”
A smaller woman I recognize from all the pictures steps in front of me and reaches out for a hug. “Hi! I’m Stassie, it’s so nice to meet you. Nate told me all about you, but he has hockey stuff and can’t leave Vancouver. He’s really sad he’s missing out.”
“Maybe he should have stayed this side of the border then instead of moving then moaning about it every two seconds. Hi, I’m Lola. I am already obsessed with everything I know about you and I’m planning for us to be friends.”
“Russ has told me really nice things about you both,” I say honestly. “It’s really nice to meet you and thank you for getting everyone here.” Why am I being so formal?
“If Muffin is saying nice things about me, then I’m not working hard enough to scare him,” Lola says, looking confused.
“You definitely are, babe,” Robbie says. “You’re doing a great job with everyone.”
“Rory?” Russ calls from upstairs and everyone instantly goes quiet. “Are you talking to someone?”
“Yeah,” I call back upstairs, “the ghosts.”
“Okay! That’s not at all creepy and unhinged, thanks. I’ll be down in a minute.”
The guys move in silence to quickly pin the banner to the wall at an angle that is definitely not straight. Henry produces a massive bag, when he empties it balloons flood across the floor. Our half-assed decorations look like the world’s saddest birthday party, but in reality, it’s the sweetest thing his friends could have done for him.
While Russ was at his parents’ house yesterday, I received a call from an unknown number that turned out to be Stassie. She hadn’t talked to Russ herself, but she knew if he was missing JJ’s housewarming party because of family trouble it was likely going to be bad. She wanted to know if it was okay for them to come here and throw Russ a homecoming party.
And so, the housecoming party was born.
“I feel like all my kids are home,” JJ whispers proudly as we hear Russ’s bedroom door open.
“You don’t live here,” Robbie whispers back.
My heart feels as loud as Russ’s footsteps and the more stairs he comes down, the more we see of him through the banister. Ankle, calf, knee, thigh . . .
“Is he naked?” Mattie whispers, panicked.
“I did not sign up for seeing anyone’s dick today but my own,” Kris mutters.
Upper thigh . . . boxer shorts. Thank God. The group does a collective sigh of relief and when he gets far enough down the stairs he can see into the living room, he freezes.
“Surprise,” Henry says in the most unexcited way possible.
Russ’s jaw drops. “What the fuck?”
I’ve heard about the guys’ trip to Miami so much I feel like I was actually with them.
“We should all go next year!” Mattie says excitedly.
“No,” Henry and Russ say at the same time.
“I think I’m going to go back to Honey Acres next year, so I’ll have to politely say no.”
“If they’ll have you,” Henry says, taking a bite of a chicken wing. “You got caught breaking their number one rule and it’s not like you two will grope at each other less in a year’s time. We learned that one from Nate and Robbie.”
Russ, who is currently resting his head on top of mine with his arms draped over my shoulders ensuring as much physical contact as possible, scoffs. “Nate and Robbie groping each other?”
Stassie’s eyebrow quirks. “That sounds about right, yeah.”
They all launch into different stories, stopping to explain the significance to me so I don’t feel excluded and Russ’s arms tighten around me. “You okay?” he whispers into my ear. I nod, continuing to listen to a story about the time Robbie and Nate fell out of a ski lift.
This group dynamic is new to Russ too, but I can see why it’s so important to him. This group is a family more than they’re friends and they’re so welcoming that it’s impossible to not fall in love with every single one of them.
That’s what we both desperately need, I think. To be surrounded by people who make us feel loved and wanted. We’ve spent the summer getting used to it with Xander, Jenna and Emilia . . . and the dogs, of course. My relationship with my mom feels like it’s healing and Russ is on a path with his parents that will hopefully give him peace.