"I dunno if it really happened or not." Yes, Clare was making conversation with Will and he was certain his mouth was hanging open.
He'd gone to homecoming with someone.
"But YOU" She pushed her index finger in the center of his chest. It felt as if an arrow was almost hurting his heart. "... didn't let me take you and your date's picture." She was going over this with him while Gage and Halie were out in the drive way, practically making love to a brand new car. Yes, Gage had his very own car. A Ford Focus. In yellow.
Will sighed, thinking they should be outside on their phones taking pictures of Gage and Halie who were taking selfies with the car.
Will looked over at the baby in the high chair, hoping Alec would save him, but Clare was feeding him cheerios and he was banging his sippie cup.
"Well, I don't think she would have let you, anyway." He didn't believe in that sort of thing. Taking pictures for these kind of occasions. "She only went because Bree asked and well I was there for the ride. It was nothing." He fumed with his arms crossed.
Except that was a pure lie. It was something. But he couldn't let Clare know this.
Yes, Gabby was positively beautiful, even if she was quiet and she didn't want to dance. So they didn't. And he was OK with it. Because, he didn't dance.
Seriously, he doubted he'd ever do anything as tragic, again.
"Just forget it." He looked at Clare.
"Oh, but I can't." She reached over and messed with his already messy hair. "I invited Gabby over to dinner." She smiled as if she'd be the only mother he'd ever really need.
"Oh." Well, he couldn't think of anything thing bad to say. He actually did want to see her, again.