Mom asks as she passes the mashed potatoes to me. I nod, unable to speak past the mouthful of turkey. “Have you made any new friends?” Beckett’s face flashes in my mind and my face warms. “A couple.” I still haven’t told my parents about the band, and I don’t plan to. “Why is your face all red?” Leo teases me. He sits to the right of me, and nudges me in the side with his elbow. “It’s not.” I scoop potatoes onto my plate. “I think someone has a boyfriend,” he says in a sing-song voice, reminding me of when we were little kids. Even though Leo’s practically a grown up now, sometimes he can be so immature. “No, I don’t.” I shove the bowl of potatoes into Leo’s hands a little too forcefully, hoping he’ll take the hint. “That’s good, because you should be focusing your energy on school,”
