Page 6 of Girls Will Be Girls
The three things I’m most grateful for at this exact moment.
Breathe.
I’m fine.
The mother, I assume, runs over and grabs the now quiet terror.
“I am so, so sorry.” They say.
“It’s-”
But before I can finish my sentence, I hear a quiet, stifled laugh right behind me.
I turn to find Lou laughing into his hand as if he’s freaking Ryan Gosling during the best plot twist in cinematic history. But this real-life imitation is in no way endearing.
I look at him as if to say,“Really?”
“I’m-” He starts trying to compose himself. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
But he just keeps stifling his laughs, and with every chuckle, I can feel the slight interest I had in Lou sparking, catching fire, and burning in a rageful inferno.
“Funny, is it?” I ask, the anger he wanted from me finally very present.
“No, it’s just-” He says, still with a grin on his face.
“You find me being puked on funny?”
“No, I-”
I cut him off. “How about if I told you about the rat that fell on me earlier today? Is that justhilariousto you?”
He bites his cheek so hard I swear it’ll bleed. “That actually happened?”
“Funny?” I screech, now seething at this guy.
I can’t believe I ever considered popping my meet-cute cherry with him.
He shakes his head. “No.” A wide grin still on his face.
“You’re unbelievable.” I huff at him, before storming off, leaving a trail of god knows what in my wake.
The fire is still burning, and it’s replaced every single other emotion.
I want to spend the entire flight daydreaming about ripping his stupid fucking grin right off his stupid fucking face.
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OY WITH THE POODLES, ALREADY
Dylan:
Did you get to the airport okay?
Frida:
You packed my blue dress again, didn’t you?
No amount of hand sanitizer,sink scrubbing, or hand dryer limbo is going to make me feel clean or dry right now.
