Princess: Is that your idea of a pickup line?
Nope
that was a suggestion
and a very generous offer
from a guy who knows his way around a couch, a blanket, and streaming passwords
Princess: …you’re such a menace
and yet
you’re still typing
Princess: You’re lucky I’m bored
you’re lucky I’m cute
Princess:
don’t fight it, Red
you already let me hold you in a closet
next logical step: movies, snacks, emotional denial together
in sweatpants
Princess: …you do have a weirdly convincing argument
I’ll provide the snacks this time
you bring that scary good attitude of yours
deal?
She doesn’t answer right away. I let her take her time. I know her well enough now to get that she doesn’t jump into things, even when she wants to.
Finally she responds.
Princess: Fine. But I get the remote
Princess: and you don’t talk during the movie
Deal. See you soon.
I don’t know what she’s doing on her end of the phone, but on mine, I’m staring at that last message longer than I should.
At the beginning of something that’s probably going to ruin me.
But honestly?
I’ve never looked forward to being alone this much in my life.
I hear the knock before the doorbell rings, and I already know it’s her.
No one else knocks like that. Two knocks, pause, two knocks.