Page 49 of We Are the Stars

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Elliott

It changed everything.

I’ve spoken three phrases aloud to Carsen in the last three weeks.

Excuse me—seven times.

Sounds good—four times.

Roger that—eleven times.

That’s it.

But texting? Whole different story.

Every night around 10 PM, I receive a text.

The night we kissed in my room, it was:

Carsen:Scale of 1-10, how was your day?

Me:Solid 7.5.

Carsen:I’ll take it.

The next night:

Carsen:I had a dream about you last night.

Me:This sounds pervy.

Carsen:We went to prom together and then got drunk in a Taco Bell parking lot.

Me:Was nacho cheese involved in our adventure?

Carsen:Funny you should mention it…

We texted back and forth until midnight.

Every night it’s a new, random conversation.

Carsen:If you could have any dog, what kind would you want?

Me:A cat.

Carsen:…That’s not a dog.

Me:Exactly.

Carsen:You’re a horrible human.

Me:At least I’d be a horrible human with a cat.

Or…

Carsen:Can you die from eating too much ramen?

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