The Impact of You by Kendall Ryan Page B

see you next weekend.”
    “Bye honey.”
    Looks like I’m going home again next weekend. I switch off the lamp and get comfortable under the sheets before calling Avery. Hearing her sleepy voice right before she falls asleep always makes me grin.
    “Hi,” she whispers softly.
    “Hi.” We’re both silent for a few seconds, but there’s nothing uncomfortable about it. “Did you have fun with Mitch?”
    “Yeah. He took me out for hot chocolate and then we just walked around campus for a while.” I can hear the smile in her tone.
    Douche . “Cool. That sounds nice.”
    “Yeah, he’s a little quiet, so we didn’t have much to talk about, but I think it was a good assignment for me.”
    “So you’re not seeing him again?” I cross my fingers. And my toes.
    “I didn’t say that. He said something about going out next weekend, so we’ll see.”
    An idea pops into my mind and now that it’s planted itself there, I know I won’t be able to shake it. “Oh, shoot. I was going to ask you to come home with me next weekend.”
    She pauses, just the sound of her breathing through the phone as she considers it. “Really?”
    “Yeah. I need to go home to check on my mom while my dad’s in China on business. I was going to see if you’d want to come with. My mom’s really cool and we could just hang out, watch movies, go in the hot tub. It’d be low key. If you’re interested…” I mentally high-five myself at the pure genius of this solution. It keeps her away from Mitch the Bitch and gets her closer to me all in one fluid motion.
    “Ah, yeah, sure. That sounds fun.”
    * * *
    Call it evil genius or exceptional planning on my part, but the fact that Avery is in my car next to me on the three-hour journey to my mom’s just feels right. When we pull in to my neighborhood, Avery leans forward in her seat to look out the window. It’s a nice neighborhood, I know that. Each house is huge and immaculately maintained; even if they do all look strikingly similar. Too cookie-cutter.
    I pull onto the circular brick driveway and park in front of the four-car garage .
    “Wow. Nice place.” 
    The house is way too big for just my mom and dad, part of the reason my mom goes crazy sometimes. I would too, alone in a cold, quiet house. But looks can be deceiving because yes, it’s an amazing house. Red brick exterior, fountain out front, pool and hot tub in back, more bedrooms and bathrooms than we’ll ever use.
    Avery climbs from the car and stretches. “This is where you grew up?”
    “Yep.” I reach into the backseat and grab both of our overnight bags. My mom’s waiting for us on the wide front porch, looking at Avery curiously. I realize I’ve never really brought a girl home before. Stacia doesn’t count: she lives three houses down and was always here, invited or not.
    I’m happy to see my mom looking put together. There’s color in her cheeks and her eyes are bright. Sometimes I wonder if I’ve been coming home to see her so often to try and erase the memory of her looking so pale and tiny in that hospital bed. She bore no physical scars. Even her suicide attempt had been nice and neat. Able to be swept under the rug and forgotten. How polite of her. We never mentioned the word addiction, even as her use of pain pills for her back increased drastically over the years. And we never used the word suicide. Mom’s accident was the term my dad coined. Fucking prick. No wonder she didn’t know how to ask for help.
    I turn and catch Avery nervously wringing her hands and push all that shit from my head. “Ready?”
    Avery nods and I lead her forward.

Avery
     
    Jase’s mom is gorgeous. She’s got long dark hair, neatly secured at the nape of her neck, and wide honey-colored eyes with the same thick, dark eyelashes as Jase. Her eyes are weary though, and are currently sizing me up. I wonder what Jase has told her about me. Does she think we’re dating?
    When we reach the porch, she pulls Jase into a hug,