Page 32 of Tight End

Poppy: Shut the front door!

Kinsley: Furniture and everything. Thank God no one was home or someone could have really gotten hurt. They’ve shut off water to the building and are working on finding the source of the leak.

Poppy: Holy shit. June, we need to know you are alive.

Poppy: Annie, are you okay?

Poppy: I need a response from you like yesterday.

Poppy: Earth to June. Now is not the time to ignore your breast friends.

Kinsley: June!?!?!

Me: I’m here. Breast friends? Really?

Me: No need to get your panties all in a twist. Oliver and I are in Ryan’s penthouse.

Poppy: Wait. Rewind. Please repeat. Did you just say you’re in the football player’s penthouse? Please tell me he literally swept you off your feet and carried you across the threshold.

Me: Haha. Very funny. Also you watch WAY too many movies.

Me: Ryan was outside the studio when my class was done and when I told him we couldn’t hang out today, he offered us a place to stay. He wants to get to know Oliver and it seemed like the right thing to do. It was here or Mom’s.

Poppy: I’m sure you debated that one for a long time. Shack up with your very muscular and hot baby daddy or go stay with Mom, who will lecture you about your future on a daily basis. Such a tough decision. I almost feel bad for you. Almost.

Kinsley:

Me: I hate you both.

Poppy: So, what is football daddy doing right now? Is he shirtless? Please let him be shirtless.

Me: We are not calling him that! And no, he’s taking a nap with Oliver.

Kinsley: OMG, football daddy is taking a nap with Oliver. How freaking cute. I love this so much. What about tonight? Are you going to be napping with said football daddy?

Me: You’re both dead to me.

Poppy: Yes! Football daddy is going to need all the cuddles. Did you see his abs? Those are the abs of a man who lives to be the big spoon.

Me: I’m sure his girlfriend would love that.

Poppy: Fine, destroy all my hopes and dreams.

Kinsley: Yeah, kinda forgot all about her.

I did, too, for a minute, and I can’t let it happen again. I know exactly how it feels to have your heart ripped out of your chest and dropped on the floor in front of you, and it’s not fun. Definitely do not recommend.

Poppy: You can still look, though. He might be taken, but you have eyes. It would be a shame not to use them. Does she know about the kid?

Me: No idea. To be fair, I haven’t told Dad. Or Mom.

Poppy: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Kinsley: Good luck with that.

Poppy: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Me: You’re so helpful. But seriously, I need to tell her everything on Monday. She’s going to murder me. Oh God. We’re supposed to be going to her house for dinner in the next week or two. What if she wants me to bring Ryan?

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