I close my eyes again. Okay… non-sexy things: jean shorts, booty shorts on fat chicks, Grandma… There! That worked almost immediately.
“Grandma, grandma, grandma…” I mutter under my breath.
“Wh-what?!” Bryce exclaims, laughing.
“It works for me, okay,” I say, opening my eyes. “There! He’s gone!”
Bryce opens the door and we make our way down to the basement/family room. I’m kind of nervous. This is the first time I’m meeting his parents after all!
