"Mom?" Tyler asks, walking into the kitchen.
"Tyler?" his mom responds, turning to him with an expression of mild surprise.
"I have something to tell you," he says, cautiously taking her hand and leading her to sit at the kitchen table.
"What is it?" she asks.
"I..." am in love with the boy you think is imaginary what do I do, "...uh." Tyler scratches the back of his neck. "Um."
"Yes?" his mom says.
"What's for dinner?" comes tumbling out.
His mother blinks in surprise. "Spaghetti and meatballs," she says. "Why? Do you want to eat with us?"
And for some unknown reason, Tyler nods.