Misfits Like Us (Like Us #11)(26)

He’s faster to respond this time.

StaleBread89: already seen the newest movies. Haven’t seen all the shows. Comic list would be fire. Thx.





“There is a guest room if you don’t want to take up space for your nursery,” Moffy says to Jane and Thatcher. “That’s all I’m saying.” This might’ve been a conversation they were having before I arrived.

“Our room is plenty big,” Jane replies breezily.

“I’d rather our baby be close by,” Thatcher adds.

Farrow crosses his arms loosely over his flour-smeared V-neck and leans back into a cabinet. “You going to be a Hall Monitor to your kid?”

“Until she’s eighteen, yes,” Thatcher says like that’s reasonable.

Jane beams like she adores the protectiveness. I have a very protective dad, and I don’t think Thatcher will be exactly like mine, but I can say it has its pros and cons.

I tap StaleBread89’s profile. No profile pic, like mine. Totally anonymous, but he has twenty-two fandom-follows.

“Luna also shares a bathroom with the guest room,” Thatcher reminds Farrow. “We don’t want to bother her.”

I peer up from my phone. “No bother.” Though sharing a bathroom with a newborn baby doesn’t seem like the best scenario, I don’t want to make waves. I want to be a cool roommate. The best roommate. An awesome aunt.

I want to do all of this right.

They continue to bicker about baby things, and I skim StaleBread89’s fandoms:

Following:

Beneath a Strong Sentiment

Game of Thrones

Marvel

RuPaul’s Drag Race

Supernatural

The Expanse

Schitt’s Creek

American Ninja Warrior

Below Deck

Stranger Things

Deadpool

American Horror Story

The Boys

Teen Wolf

The Walking Dead

We Are Calloway





I freeze once I see We Are Calloway on his list. The docuseries that documents my family. That documents me.

He knows who I am.

But then again, he doesn’t know Illyana_Dallas222 is Luna Hale. I ease a bit. So what if he follows WAC? I used to follow it as a teenager. Until I went into the archives and saw a paparazzi pic from a Disneyland trip. I was eating a snow cone near Sulli and Jane.

The thread topic was something like: Which girl is going to grow the best into their looks? The comments made my stomach churn.

Def not Sulli. How old is she and she’s already a gorilla.





Jane isn’t nearly as pretty as her mom imo. Never will be.





Luna is sooo cute! Prettiest for sure.





It goes Daisy, Rose, Lily, then literally all of their girls are ugly. The guys are going to be studs though. They’ll break so many hearts.





Luna looks awkward af. Why is she licking the snow cone like that?





Future sex addict, duh.





Dude, she’s like eleven.





I was seven.

Fanaticon doesn’t show previous comments like Reddit, so I can’t easily see StaleBread’s activity around different forums. I’d have to hunt for his name on WAC threads, and he might not even be active there.

I’m not stalking him. I’m choosing to believe he’s not a creep and just a cool fan of my families. A lot of those exist, and it’s more probable he’s one of them, anyway.

Once I set my phone aside and grab a rolling pin, I notice another mound of dough near me. It’s already flattened, and pepperoni is artfully cut and placed in the shape of a rose.

I frown. No one in the kitchen has those kinds of skills. Unless someone has a secret hidden talent—

“What’d I miss?” Donnelly’s voice suddenly bounds through the kitchen, strolling in from the small hallway that leads to the half-bath. While slipping his cellphone in his back pocket, he takes a long glimpse of me, seeing I’ve appeared out of thin air—like magic, and I swear he smiles.

I’m certain he does because he doesn’t hide it. Because I return one too.

Then he looks to my brother. “You’ve got something…” He motions to his own nose.

“Yeah, thanks,” Moffy says dryly and shoots Farrow an aggravated look.

Farrow chews casually on a stick of gum and explains to his friend, “I was entertaining our kid.”

Donnelly nods like it makes sense. “Sad I missed it.” He doesn’t sound sad, but he doesn’t sound sarcastic either. “Pencil me in next time.”

“I ran out of pencils,” Farrow quips.

Donnelly digs in his pocket and pinches a tiny, worn pencil between his finger. “You want this one? It’s overused and over-loved.” He grins. “Exactly like my cock”

I smile, my chin in my hand, and Donnelly catches a glimpse of me from the corner of his eye. Butting into their banter is sacrilege. I like hearing Farrow and Donnelly talk about literally anything under the galaxy, and if I could be a fly on the wall, I’d buzz around them.

But to even be a fly, I’d need to find wings.

Farrow chews his gum more slowly. “I’m not touching your cock-pencil.”