” Is the only thing she says before turning and walking into the house. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I mutter to myself before going to have dinner with my crazy family.
Dinner was great. Mr. Carlin’s cooking is always wonderful. We spent most of the meal talking about work and my little girls. Jordan had to sit though the laughter after explaining how she broke her pinky.
It’s an hour after dinner. Spencer and Jordan are carrying the sleepy kids up to her old bedroom. Spencer parents practically begged us to let them stay the night. We agreed and I gave them a kiss goodnight and let Spencer put them to bed.
“Tell Spencer I’ll be outside.” I tell her dad after giving everyone a hug goodnight. I open the door to walk outside and Brooke follows me. “What?”
“Oh…bitchy.” She grins.
“Has Spencer said anything to you?”
“About?” She asks sitting down with me on the step.
“I don’t know…” She rolls her eyes. “She’s just been moody all week. I mean you were there when she busted us about fucking up the living room. She usually doesn’t get that annoyed. And today she got mad because I didn’t go to the grocery store with her. ”
“Maybe it’s not her.” I frown at that.
“What do you mean?”
“Maybe you’re doing something Spencer doesn’t like.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know, loser.” She bumps my shoulder with hers. “The kids are going to be here, so this gives you guys the perfect time to talk, yell, whatever.” I nod and we sit in silence.
“Question?” I turn to look at Brooke. “Who invited you guys to dinner? Spencer?”
“Um no. This is not her house to be inviting people over.” I roll my eyes. “Jordan and I was hanging out today and decided that we was going to eat at you guys place.” Oh but they can invite themselves to my house. “But then when we talked to Taylor and she mentioned you guys were going to be coming here. So we called up Mr. Carlin and got ourselves an invite.” She beams.
