I squeal when I see Nathan sitting in one of the back booths of Starbucks, drumming his fingers and staring out the window.
"Nate!" He looks up, a grin slipping onto his face.
"Hey, cupcake," He stands up and pulls me into a tight embrace. "I know it's crazy but I've missed you!"
"I've missed you, too," I sit down. "Have you ordered?"
"Yeah I ordered yours and mine," He puts his phone down on the table and stretches. "Luckily I got your text before I had ordered,"
"Great," I smile at him while he yawns, his eyes smaller than usual. "Are you tired? And how come you haven't been to school yet?"
He sighs, shaking his head slowly. "I haven't been sleeping well, I'm too nervous about school. Even though I seen the school and I met a couple of kids during my tour and introduction, I'm still worried,"
"Is that how you ended up at the party the other night?"
"Yeah, I mean a couple of girls in the hallway pulled me aside and invited me," He laughs. "I wonder if I would have received the invite if my sexuality had been written in bold letters on my forehead,"
"Don't think like that," I roll my eyes. "Believe it or not, everybody at school are open and positive about all kinds of races and sexualities. We have plenty of gays and Jews,"
"Oh my God," His eyes widen, his mouth falling open. "Did you really just make a Jewish joke?"
"Maybe," I laugh.
"That's racist, Mel!" He shakes his head in disbelief.
"No, I wasn't being racist!" I protest quickly. "I was saying that everybody genuinely loves everybody at school, even Jews, and if they don't, it's because of a fight or rumor or jealousy or a boy, not race,"
"Well now you're just digging yourself a deeper hole," He laughs loudly, tears gathering in his eyes. "Admit that you're racist!"
I sigh in frustration and slump in my chair, jutting my bottom lip. "I'm not racist,"
"I'm just kidding," He says before a number is called. "That's our order, I'll be back,"
I watch as he goes to the counter and takes our beverages from the girl before quickly walking back over to our booth. He passes me my drink. "Thanks,"
"So how's your dad, anyway?" He asks gently, his face softening. "Is he recovering okay?"
"Yeah he's cool," I shrug. "He's meant to be eating healthy, but then again he was meant to eat healthy after the first one, too,"
"I'm guessing he's not sticking to it, then?"
"He eats healthy after every heart attack for about three days," I laugh.
"Your dad's weird," Nathan shakes his head and takes a sip of his coffee. "A good weird, but weird nonetheless,"
"He is pretty weird, hey, but that's why I love him. He questioned me about you the other day,"
"Did he?" He smirks, his eyebrow raised. "What did he say?"
"'Who is that boy, how do you know him, you have a boyfriend, don't lead people on, he has ugly eyebrows,'"
"He said I have ugly eyebrows?" Nathan asks quickly, his fingers now running along the length of them. "What's wrong with my eyebrows?"
"I'm joking!" I laugh loudly. "I added that in, your face was priceless,"
"My eyebrows are perfect," He pouts.
"Sure, sure," I wave it off. "How's your mom?"
"Yeah good," He grins. "She loves it here. She's already made so many friends,"
