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“Oh,” Flynn says, surprised, when the door swings open. “I thought you were at work.”
Bobby looks her up and down—at her flannel pajamas and sleeping bag tucked under one arm, the mutilated head of a twenty-year-old teddy bear sticking out of one end. He blinks and looks abruptly exhausted, like he doesn’t know what he did to deserve being disturbed by her everything first thing in the morning. Even though it’s four o’clock in the afternoon.
“Shift starts at six,” he says, voice all crackly like he really did just wake up. “Are you… Did we have band stuff I forgot about?”
“Oh, no,” Flynn assures him. “I’m actually here for—”
“She’s here for me, babe!” Luke appears in the doorway, tossing an arm around Bobby’s shoulders. He’s wearing plaid pants and hippopotamus slippers, shirtless so his top surgery scars are on proud display. “Sup, Flynn.”
“Sup.”
Bobby still looks painfully confused, so Flynn throws him a bone. “Your boyfriend invited me over for a slumber party. We’re gonna hate-watch Fifty Shades of Grey.”
“Hey, I never agreed to that,” Luke protests, tugging Bobby out of the doorway so Flynn can come in. “I still say we should hate-watch the 2010 Percy Jackson movies, they’re much more fun to yell at.” He shuts the door, then kisses Bobby on the cheek and pushes him down the hall toward the bedroom. “Go get ready for work, sweets. You’ll catch up.”
“I just didn’t know you guys were friends,” Bobby grumbles, but he obediently heads for the back of the apartment.
“He’s still waking up,” Luke apologizes. “Graveyard shift’s been kicking his ass.”
Flynn winces sympathetically. “I can imagine. When do you guys even have time to see each other?”
Luke shrugs. “We make do.” He starts toward the kitchen, calls over his shoulder, “Popcorn? Soda?”
“Yes and yes,” Flynn pleads as she follows him. “Thanks for having me over, by the way.”
“Sure, man!” Luke pulls two Dr. Peppers out of the fridge and hands her one. “Thanks for coming. I figure if you and me are gonna keep having deep conversations in parking lots, we should probably hang out more outside of band practice.”
“Totally,” Flynn agrees. “And what better way to get to know each other outside of crisis mode than by watching terrible movies in soft pajamas together?”
“Exactly.”
Luke fist-bumps her, and Flynn can’t help but grin. She forgets, sometimes, in the craziness that is her life, how much she really likes Luke. Tonight’s gonna be fun.