I’m curled up on Atlas’s couch, exhausted from moving.
Ourcouch.
This is going to take some getting used to.
I had Theo and Josh help me unpack the rest of Emerson’s and my things because Atlas has a late night at work. I wake up early, he gets home late, but it’s exciting that we’ll now get more pieces of each other, even when it’s in passing. And we have Sundays together.
But tonight is a Friday, and tomorrow is a Saturday, Atlas’s busiest days, so I’m entertaining Josh and Theo until my mother returns with Emerson. The three of us have been watchingFinding Nemo, but it’s almost over.
I honestly didn’t think they would sit through it because they’re at the age when preteens tend to want to separate themselves from Disney cartoons. But I’m learning that Gen Z is a different breed. The more time I spend with these two, the more I think they’re unlike any generation that came before them. They’re less prone to peer pressure and more supportive of individuality. I’m a little bit jealous of them.
Josh stands when the credits begin to roll.
“Did you like it?”
He shrugs. “It was pretty funny, considering it startedwith the brutal slaughter of all that caviar.” He takes his empty bag of popcorn toward the kitchen, but Theo is still staring at the television. He’s shaking his head slowly.
I’m still stuck on Josh’s description of the beginning of the movie…
“I don’t get it,” Theo says.
“The caviar comment?”
Theo looks between me and the television. “No. I don’t get why Atlas said that to you about finally reaching the shore. It wasn’t even a quote in the movie. He told me he said it because ofFinding Nemo. I waited for someone to say it through the entire movie.”
I’m sure I’ll have to get used to a lot of things now that I live with Atlas, but knowing he talks to this kid about our relationship is probably not one of the things I’ll ever get used to.
The confusion in Theo’s eyes flips like a light switch. “Oh.Oh.Because when life gets them down, they keep swimming, so Atlas was saying life will no longer…okay.” His mind is still going a mile a minute behind those eyes. He starts to shake his head as he pushes himself off the floor. “I still think it’s cheesy,” he mutters. Theo’s phone buzzes right as he stands. “I gotta go—my dad’s here.”
Josh is back in the living room. “You aren’t staying over?”
“I can’t tonight; my parents are taking me to a thing in the morning.”
“I want to go to a thing,” Josh says.
Theo is pulling on his shoes when he hesitates. “Yeah, I don’t know.”
“Where are you going?”
Theo’s eyes flash briefly to mine, and then back to Josh. “It’s a parade.” He says it quietly, but also like it’s a warning.
“A parade?” Josh tilts his head. “Why are you being weird? What kind of parade is it? A pride parade?”
Theo swallows like maybe him and Josh haven’t had this conversation, so I’m nervous on Theo’s behalf. But I’ve been around Josh enough over the last several months to know that he values his friendship with Theo.
Josh grabs his shoes and sits next to me on the couch and starts putting them on. “What are you saying? I’m not allowed to go to a pride thing because I like girls?”
Theo shifts from one foot to the other. “You can go. I just… I didn’t know if you knew.”
Josh rolls his eyes. “You can tell a lot about a person by their taste in manga, Theo. I’m not a dumbass.”
“Josh,” I say.
“Sorry.” He grabs a jacket from the closet. “Can I stay over at Theo’s tonight?”
Josh’s casual attitude about this monumental moment between the two of them reminds me so much of Atlas.
Considerate Josh.