I’m not going to think about them now. No. No. No. Change the subject. Change the subject…
“So, are you excited for tomorrow?” I asked, and then corrected, “I mean, today.”
He grimaced. I stared, “Are you serious Drew? It’s Christmas.”
He scowled, “You’re not going to like my present.”
I rolled my eyes, “Drew. Seriously, I’ll be happy to get anything. Do you know none of my relations sent me anything? Although, I never told them I moved out so it’s probably all in Florida. Our family tends to be overdramatic and I didn’t feel like riling them all up about this. I don’t think I could take Aunt Rose’s squealing,” I explained, “Stupid movie people,” I added in an undertone.
He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. I fiddled with the comforter awkwardly, suddenly at a loss for topics to discuss.
He was staring at the wall absently, but not quite blankly. I wondered what he was thinking.
“I overheard you talking to my mom once,” he suddenly said.