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"Gene, what locations are you even looking in?" Micah asks me as I set my phone on the counter and go into the pantry to get some Oreos.
"Somewhere that's close to the mountains or the beach, but it has to be close to LA because of work and everything," I tell him and he nods and sits down at the bar.
"What locations is ma taking you to today?" He asks while I pick my phone up and look through the messages between my mom and me.
"Umm, we're going to Santa Clarita, Glendale, Pasadena, Lancaster, and Palmdale. That's just for today, though, and if I don't like any of the houses in those areas," I tell him while shrugging and getting some water from the fridge, then closing it back and starting to eat my Oreos.
"Those are good locations," He says, nodding his head while I separate the Oreos.
"You know when they're supposed to start moving out?" Micah asks, causing me to look up at him and notice that he's looking around the kitchen at some of the boxed-up things.
"No, but I know dad is starting to move some of his stuff into a condo near UCLA, but ma is talking about moving, but I don't know where," I tell him, then walk around the counter and sit beside him.
"You still with that Dean guy?" He asks out of nowhere, causing me to choke on the water in my throat and cough.
"I- How- why?" I ask after gathering myself, and he shrugs in response.
"Well, we aren't together," I tell him, and he narrows his eyes at me, causing me to narrow my eyes at him.
"So y'all fuck buddies?" He asks, causing me to nod.
"Well, look how the tables have turned," He tells me while looking astonished, causing me to roll my eyes and get up from the bar stool I'm sitting at.
"No, you fucked around with different females almost every week until you finally settled down. I've had this thing with Dean for about five months," I tell him while throwing my trash away and sitting beside him. After a little bit, we hear the front door open causing us to look and see that it's our mom.
"Can you move all my showings to next week?" She asks while closing, then losing the door behind her and walking into the kitchen with us.
