The night before, after Timmy had calmed her hives with a bag of ice and laughed at her Hugo-and-Dan triangle saga, they ate Indian with Caz and watched half of The Long Goodbye on cable (Caz had never seen it and quickly announced that it was “boring AF”). Then Caz fell asleep on the I’m not crazy my reality is julia different from yours shirt but in fact I love this couch and Ally guided her to bed, kissing her on her eyelids and asking her how her night was, really, really. “I have a secret,” Caz whispered. “I like Timmy.” “Really?” Ally asked. “But you usually go for these Laguna Beach blondes with the frilly bikinis. Timmy looks like…” “A dude?” Caz asked, pulling her T-shirt off to reveal an Adidas sports bra. (Caz’s boobs were shockingly big, and she claimed that taking off her sports bra made her feel like “an old, old mom.”) “God, Ally, you’re so basic,” she laughed. “It’s possible for two girls who dress like boys to fall in love, ya know. And anyway, Timmy isn’t a girl.”
“You’re right, I’m sorry,” Ally smiled. “I love this. I love that you’re feeling good enough to have a crush.” And she meant it. Ally meant it with every bone in her body. So how, then, had Timmy ended up sitting on the I’m not crazy my reality is julia different from yours shirt but in fact I love this edge of her bed? She knew, technically, it was because she had offered to show them her first-edition Dr. Seuss book, the one she’d found at the street fair in London and that her ex had bought for her, even thought it cost almost 300 pounds. Now the paper was crisp and yellowing, but she still looked at it almost every night, running her fingers over the fuzzy people and ocean waves and tiny foods. “Shit,” Timmy nodded, looking at the book. “This is magical.” “It makes me feel simultaneously two and one hundred,” Ally said. “Like I’ve seen everything and know nothing. Or something.” They laughed.