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Onc e the parent s-to-be stop making out in the booth, R yle and I

both stand up and cong ratulate them . Allysa said she’s been feel ing
sick for a whi le, but just took a tes t thi s morni ng bef ore our grand
openi ng . She was going to wait and tel l Marsha ll toni ght when they
got ho me, but she couldn’t ho ld it in for ano ther sec ond .
Our drink s come and we order food. Onc e the waitres s walks away,
I look at Marsha ll. “How did you two meet ?”

He says, “Allysa tel ls the story bet ter tha n I do.”
Allysa perk s up and lea ns for ward. “I ha ted hi m,” she says. “He was
R yle’s bes t frien d and he was always at the ho use. I tho ught he was so
anno ying . He ha d just moved to Ohi o from Boston and he ha d tha t
Boston accent . He tho ught it made hi m so cool but I just want ed to
slap hi m ev er y time he spoke. ”
“She’s so sweet ,” Marsha ll says, sarcastically.

“You were an idiot,” Allysa replies , rolling her ey es . “Any way, one
day R yle and I ha d a few friend s over. Nothi ng big, but our parent s
were out of town, so of course we ha d a little get -toget her.”
“There were thi rty peo ple there, ” R yle says. “It was a party.”
“Okay, a party,” Allysa says. “I walked int o the kitchen and Marsha ll
was stand ing there pres sed up agains t some floozy.”

“She wasn’t a floozy,” he says. “She was a ni ce girl. Tasted like
Cheet os, but . . .”
Allysa glares at hi m so he shu ts up. She turns back to me. “I lost it,”
she says. “I started yel ling at hi m to take hi s who res to hi s own ho use.
The girl was litera lly so terri fied of me, she ran for the door and
didn’t come back.”
“Cock blocker,” Marsha ll says.

Allysa punc hes hi m in the sho ulder. “Any way. After I cock blocked
hi m, I ran to my room, em barra ssed tha t I did tha t. It was out of pure
jea lousy, and I didn’t ev en realize I liked hi m tha t way unt il I saw hi s
ha nd s on some other girl’s ass. I threw mysel f on my bed and started
crying . A few minu tes later, he walked int o my room and asked me if I
was okay. I rolled over and yel led , ‘I like you, you stupid fuck-face! ’ ”

“And the res t is hi story . . .” Marsha ll says.
I laugh. “Awe. Stupid fuck-face. How sweet .”
R yle ho lds up a fing er and says, “You’re lea ving out the bes t part.”