“André,” Noah called over to him from his bed, drinking a club soda like it was actually beer. “I have a question.”
“f**k off,” André said, his eyes focused ahead on the television as he played with a video game.
Noah ignored him. “Weren’t you wondering why I was on the same bed as you the morning after Shaun’s party?”
André’s eyebrows furrowed at the question but he didn’t bother glancing back at him. “Which one?”
“I’ve only attended one.”
“I wouldn’t’ve known that.”
“Well?”
André shrugged. “I figured you were just drunk. Sometimes when I’m drunk, I often mistake the bathroom for my bedroom. I end up sleeping by the sink or the tub.”
“I wasn’t.”
“What?”
“I wasn’t drunk.”
André paused entirely this time, his face scrunched up in confusion. “Then … why?” the loud sound coming fro
