Chapter Twenty
Evan
“Mom, I don’t have to go away this weekend,” I say, filling the bagel boxes and cream cheese tubs for our Friday morning orders.
“Nonsense, you two need to go and have fun. You’re only young once.” Her smile conveys that she means what she’s saying, whereas my dad always has some snide remark and a look like I’m about to confess that Seth and I are faking it after all.
Since they cornered us two weeks ago and called our bluff, we’ve portrayed ourselves like a real couple. Which usually consists of Seth coming to my house to pick me up, then we either head to his place, go to dinner, or a movie. It feels a little like we’re dating, but as soon as we’re out of anyone’s vision, the handholding and the little pecks on the cheek stop.
“But you’ll have to run the store—”
