Page 36 of Missing Linc
“Camden Hawkins!” Crap. She’s fullnaming me. “Get that phone out and ask that gorgeous man out on a date. Right now.”
I can’t really say no to my sister when she’s fullnaming me. Besides, I’m off work today, so maybe I should just do it and get it out of the way. Worst case, Linc will get it out of his system and realize we’re not a good fit, and he’ll stop staring at me when he thinks I’m not watching during rehearsals.
Autumn pauses the video and doesn’t stop glaring at me until I send a message to Linc.
He replies almost instantaneously.
“Great. I’ll pick you up at 8.”
“I can meet you somewhere,” I text him back.
“No need. I’ll pick you up and take you somewhere nice.”
“Okay. Don’t you need my address?”
“I’ve already got it, silly. When you got too drunk to drive?”
Ah of course.Thathumiliating moment.
“Thanks for the reminder,” I tell him.
“No problem ;),” he replies.
“There. Done. Happy?” I tell Autumn and show her my screen.
“Why would I be happy? I’m not the one getting the dick,” she grimaces.
I put my phone down and make sure to roll my eyes her way.
“Now, I’ve held my end of the bargain. Your turn to spill,” I say as she unpauses the TV.
She shrugs me off.
“I’ll tell you later.”
“Autumn Jessica Hawkins!”
If she can fullname me, so can I.
“You will tell me what’s got a smile plastered across your face twenty-four seven as if you’ve slept with a dick in your mouth or I swear to God I’ll break the coffee machine and you’ll never get decent coffee at home ever again,” I say in one breath.
Of course it’s not true. She can always buy a new coffee machine. But a threat is a threat. And a threat to something she loves so much means I’m serious.
“Okay. Let’s finish this up and I’ll tell you. But you’ll have to promise not to be mad,” she says.
I’m going to be mad.
“No good ever comes from these words, Autumn. You know that,” I groan.
“It’s fine,” she tries to shrug it off and follows the instructions of the lady on the TV who’s now telling us to unwind, close our eyes, become one with the ground below, and some bullshit about your soul levitating over your body.
What kind of news would get me mad?
Well, to be honest, that’s not a fair question. A lot of things can get me mad.
What kind of Autumn news could get me mad?
No, yet again. Wrong question.
