The one where Andrew and Neil have their first official date( On Valentine’s Day no less. Blame Allison.)
“So, what did you get your monster for Valentine’s Day?” Allison asks, as she idly types away at her phone.
Anger bubbles up in Neil, “Allison, he’s not—“ he begins, but gets cut off by her.
“Sorry, I meant to say Andrew, your boyfriend. What did you get him for Valentine’s Day?” she gives a quick glance up at Neil, whose face appears slightly flushed at the remark. A smirk forms on her lips, “Don’t try and deny that. I won’t let you.”
Neil sighs and runs a hand through his hair, “Nothing. Why would I?” At those words, Allison stops typing away on her phone and sets it down next to her. She arches a brow at Neil, “What do you mean ‘nothing,’ it’s Valentine’s Day, Neil. That one day of the year specifically designated by capitalism to celebrate your love with your partner. Which is Andrew, in your case.”
Love. He lets the word wash over him. He doesn’t know if that’s the word he’d use. It’s a word too overused all around him but too underused in his own life for it to mean anything to him. He doesn’t think any word is fit to describe what he and Andrew have and yet—