I wake up alone. I scramble to look out the window.

She's back outside, skating around in her new alone T-shirt.

I slip on a old T-shirt, brush my hair and slide on some Walmart flip flops.

Dad's still asleep so I sneak past his room and outside.

Lizzi doesn't see me coming. She is too busy talking to herself.

"Hey." I say, casually.

Hey, last night was amazing but I can't love you.

She looks up, her eyes wandering.

"Hey."

"I wanted to ask you something."

"Yeah, go on."

"I wanna know more about you, Lizzi."

She pauses, thinking about this.

"I'm seventeen, gay, tired of men and I plan to take over the world someday."

I laugh. I mean I can't help it.

Lizzi blinks. Keeping her blank expression.

"Well I'm gay too." I say.

Lizzi nods.

I wave to her as I walk away.

My phone dings, it's from Rosita.

Rosita: Oookay, so funny story lololol but I need to come over to your place because my mom is going to kill my dad. Jk they're fighting like zombies tho. Will your dad mind??

Rosita: Also love youuuu:)

Me: Nah, come on over.

Rosita: YESSSSSS. Dude your such a amazing friend. We can talk about your birthday and New York or even girlsssss.

Me: Okay but I don't think I'm going to New York.

Rosita: Girl. Hold on. I'm coming.

My birthday is tomorrow and I don't think I'm ready for New York.

I don't know what I'm ready for.