You’re never up before me.” He rolled onto his back so he could face me. “What time is it?” “It’s six. It’s not that early,” I said. “Where’s Bobby?” “School. He has a night class,” Milo yawned. “Where’s your better half?” “He’s… out,” I answered vaguely. Milo didn’t even notice I tried to be secretive, but I decided I couldn’t keep it from him anyway. “Okay. If I tell you something, you promise not to tell anyone?” “No.” Milo wasn’t intrigued by the prospect of a secret, and I hated him for it. This happened all the time growing up. I wanted to tell him a secret, but he never cared, so he never had to agree to any provisions. His apathy was pretty tricky. “No, you actually do wanna know this, but you can’t tell anyone. Not yet. I’m just not ready for people to know,” I said. “I’m still telling Bobby,” he said, stifling a yawn. “Fine! Tell Bobby,” I sighed. “But come on. You have to pretend to be excited about this.”
