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ME: I’m surprised he doesn’t already know.

AVA: Me too.

ME: I’m off to bed, but make sure you send me lots of good vibes. I have a feeling I’m going to need them.

AVA: Am I sending vibes that you end up in his bed or vibes that you don’t?

ME: You’re impossible.

AVA: I just want you to be happy. Mac is a wonderful human being under all that bravado.

ME: I don’t need a man to be happy.

AVA: Of course you don’t, but take it from someone who thought she’d always be alone, having someone in your life who sees you for everything you are and loves you... There’s nothing better. Nothing.

ME: Goodnight. I’m going before you get all sappy and write me a song while you’re at it.

AVA: I may need to write a song about this no matter what.

ME: **eye roll emoji**

AVA: xoxoxo

Ava and Mac had both made comments about it being fated. I wasn’t sure I believed in fate. I believed in working hard to make things happen. I believed in good karma, and bad karma, and that what you put out into the universe you got back, but I wasn’t sure I believed in all things destined to be. Mac and I weren’t fated to find each other. It was just a strange coincidence.

And no matter what Ava said, Mac certainly wasn’t ready to see me for everything I?or my family?was and accept it anyway.

No. We were definitely not fated to be. But we could find a way to live together and not make it anything more.

At least, that was the lie I was going to tell myself in order to sleep.

Mac

DON’T GO CHANGING

“Just don't go changing on me, babe,

Physical healing.

Why don't we dance away your fear of love?”

Performed by Aly & AJ

Written by Michalka / Michalka

I felt my eyes flutter shut in the middle of reading the report on my desk, and before I could encourage myself to open them, a paperclip hit me in the forehead. I jerked my eyes open to glare at Dani, sitting across from me with a smile on her face.

“This is war,” I said, picking up the paperclip and aiming at her chest. She covered her breasts with her hands.

“Don’t be juvenile.” She said it with a stern voice, but she was smiling. “Why are you so tired? We got home early last night.”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Couldn’t or didn’t?”

“What are you getting at?”

“Did you visit our new roommate in her loft?”

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