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Again, Aaron rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t a big deal. We just went to

see a show, is all.”

Dylan hadn’t told me where Aaron had been. I hadn’t thought it

was my place to pry. Now, I asked, “A Broadway show?”

“Jacksepticeye and Markiplier had a meetup. They’re YouTubers.

Like, they…” Aaron trailed off, as though trying to think of how to

explain them.

I helped him out. “I know who they are.”

“You watch Jacksepticeye and Markiplier?” His eyes lit up for the

first time since meeting him.

“Oh, no. No,” I said too quickly. “I know who they are, but I don’t

watch them.” I wasn’t about to admit that I’d been at many a party

hosted by someone in the art department where everyone got high

and watched video-game commentators and funny things pets did.

Even not saying it, my cheeks went red. How immature was my

life that I related so closely to Dylan’s son? Proof that he was a

grown-up, and I was just a kid myself.

“Anyway,” I said, regretting the conversation. “I hope it was a

good time.”

“It wa