They made lies a necessity from the start. We spent the odd night at their house for dinner or watching TV in the room off the kitchen and even fewer nights at my house, my mom happily presiding over the events. The rest of the time we were at the mall, the movies, the beach, or up in my room for the afternoon with the door shut (alibis courtesy of Lindsay and Yasmin) and Holland swearing not to rat us out. Not much happened up there anyway. Sasha made it clear that there were a lot of things she wasn’t ready for. I told her I was okay with that and in some ways I was. I didn’t want to rush her.Of course it wasn’t as simple as that. I really wanted her. I thought about her all the time. Sometimes I imagined us doing the stuff Dani and I had done. Other times I found myself speed-dialing Sasha’s cell phone to tell her the stupidest things. Like once I called just because a song reminded me of “Unsent,” Sasha’s favorite Alanis Morissette song. Another time we watched CSI together over the phone, talking through the commercials, and at the end of the show Sasha said, “I have to babysit Saturday.
