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“Hey Elle?” Tyson pulls my attention away from the TV show I’m watching. I turn to look at him, raising an eyebrow. In the two weeks he’s been living here, he should know better than to interrupt me when I’m watching TV. It’s not that I watch a lot, I just hate when people distract me. “What’s up?” I ask, at least pretending it doesn’t annoy me. Taking a deep breath, he starts talking quickly, “Would you be interested in meeting my friends?” the question surprises me and I have to think about it for a minute. Do I want to meet his friends? We’re on winter break, so it’s not like I can say I’ve got homework or something. “Yeah, I suppose…” I say reluctantly. Meeting his friends hasn’t exactly been high on my to-do list. But I suppose that after the baby is born, Tyson might end