Page 47 of The Wrong Play

Because yeah. It did. But I also liked to keep them on their toes. Can’t have them getting too complacent in this best friendship.

Me: …

Parker: You’re stalking her, aren’t you?

Me: I prefer to call it strategically placing myself in her orbit.

Matty: You say that like it sounds less insane.

Parker: I don’t think it sounds insane at all.

Matty: You wouldn’t, Mr. I Like to Watch Casey While She Sleeps.

Parker: At least I’m not watching you while you sleep.

Me: Hey, that was one time. And I was just curious. And in case you were wondering, Matty looks like an angel when he’s asleep.

Matty: …

Matty: The thing about you being curious is it’s probably going to mean you hacking her student email. Stealing her panties. Wearing some of her blood around your neck.

I snorted, contemplating such a necklace for a moment before deciding that was a little too vampire for my taste.

Me: Is that a thing?

Parker: Yeah, that seems a little out there. Is that something you’ve done?

Me: He’s probably planning on doing that for his stalker.

Matty: Why would I do it for my stalker? I’m trying to get her to not stalk me.

Me: Don’t get embarrassed, Matthew. We’re all besties here.

Matty: …

Me: Relaaaax. I’m just making sure she’s doing okay.

Me: You know, looking out for her. Hacking into her medical records. Paying off her credit card. Things like that.

Matty: YOU PAID OFF HER CREDIT CARD?!

Me: Fiscal responsibility is important, sir.

Matty: OMG!

Me: See. Not a stalker. More like a benefactor who secretly watches over her.

Parker:

Matty:

Me: Parkie-Poo gets me.

Parker: Of course I do. A man protects what’s his.

Me: Exactly.

Me: I’m making sure she’s taken care of.

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