Page 50 of A Fowl Match

Violet

“WhatdoIdo?”

“What do you mean? What do you do?”

“I think he wants me to stay the night. Should I pack a bag?” I peel open a drawer in my dresser to look for some clothes to wear for dinner.

“I’ll tell you what you shouldn’t do,” Olive says while lounging on my bed petting my cat.

“What’s that?” I ask as I grab my pajamas and stuff them in a bag.

“Wear those chicken pajamas.”

“Why not? I think they’re cute.”

“Because you will never get laid wearing those.”

“And who says I’m trying to get laid?”

“You’re just going to sleep then?”

“I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I’m bringing the chicken pajamas they’re my favorite and they’re comfortable.”

“You’re infuriating.”

“But you love me.”

“Mhmm.”

“Seriously, what do I do if it does come to that?”

“That’s up to you. Don’t go there if you aren’t ready, but if you are, don't stop yourself. Try not to compare your previous relationships to this one and give him the chance he deserves.”

“You always know the right thing to say.”

“That’s because I’m always right.”

I roll my eyes.

Three hours later my legs are completely silky smooth, Olive insisted I prepare somewhat just in case. I’m wearing my best jeans and a T-shirt. Bag in hand alsojust in case—her words not mine. However, I ended up bringing the chicken pajamas. She couldn’t change my mind. I’m so nervous, my palms are clammy and my heart is pounding so loud I swear it's going to beat right out of my chest.

Why is this so scary?

I know why. It’s scary because I like him so much. I don’t want to mess things up. After standing at his door for a good five minutes, I work up the courage to knock on it.

“Come in!” Dustin shouts from inside.

It’s now or never.

I give myself a pep talk and decide to take the risk. “What’s that delicious smell?” It wafts through the open door as I step in. Cheese, garlic, and something I can’t pinpoint makes my stomach grumble.

“Mac and Cheese, your favorite.”

“You remembered?” I can’t believe he remembered that.

“Of course I did, now come eat, I’m starving. I’ve been slaving over my grandmother's stove for hours.”

“You’re lying!”

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