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.
All the pieces of our lives are fitting together like a jigsaw and I finally have the inner pieces.
Bobby finishes telling a story about an away game that left him locked outside the hotel naked getting screamed at by their hockey coach, which gives me the opportunity to ask a question I’ve been wanting an answer to for weeks.
“Guys, why do you all call Russ ‘Muffin’？”
Robbie opens his mouth to answer me immediately, but then closes it and frowns, looking to Kris. Kris has the same confused look on his face as Mattie and, one by one, they look to each other with the same look of uncertainty before JJ finally answers. “I literally have no idea.”
I turn in his arms to look up at him and he’s hiding a grin. “Do you know?”
“Yeah. Long story short, I used to work in a bar and Stassie was there one day on her own. These horrible customers were harassing her and I didn’t really know her at this point, so I pretended to be her boyfriend. Basically I fake dated Stassie for an hour and that’s the nickname she gave me.”
“I love fake dating.”
“Fake dating? That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard,” Henry says.
“It was cute. Very creative under pressure, I’d say,” Stassie adds.
“One night I picked Stassie and Lola up from a bar and she was super drunk. She called me Muffin in front of everyone and it, uhm, stuck I guess.”
The groups goes quiet at the same time and I watch all their faces still sporting the same look of confusion. Mattie clears his throat and reaches for his beer. “Yeah, that is not why I thought it was. I thought you just liked muffins a lot, I don’t know.”
“Rory, did Jenna ask about me after we visited?” Bobby asks giving me a wink.
When the guys visited Honey Acres for Russ’s birthday, we realized that Bobby and Kris would have been at camp at the same time as me. We didn’t remember each other thankfully, which I’m extra grateful for because I was probably being annoying and dramatic. Character traits I’d like to not reveal to them until they already like me.