Page 50 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
What the actual fuck just happened!
Code Black?
How’d you know?
Just a feeling. Also, have you slept? It’s six in the morning.
Not important. Does this show have some sort of drug in it? You know, I get drug tested. And for the woman I’m asking to help keep me out of trouble, this feels very much like you trying to get me *into* trouble.
LOL. Yes. Consider me your dealer.
Also, I’m going to have to go to practice today, exhausted as hell, and when the guys ask me why I look like shit, I’m going to have to blame you. Because I can’t tell them the real reason and since this is mostly your fault, you’re getting the blame.
Me?! I did nothing wrong here!
Do you think I’d be watching this show if you hadn’t come into my life?
Oh…sorry?
Now I need to get you back. Maybe our first real date will be to a karaoke bar. Repeat performance?
You wouldn’t.
I have the song list already in my head…
I’m mad at you.
I try not to laugh, but it’s useless. Oh, the poor man. He wasn’t ready. And frankly, none of us were the first time we watched it.
I’m sorry. I didn’t want to spoil anything.
It just…This fucking show!
I know. Though I must say, I kind of wish I was watching with you. I’ve never seen anyone else watch it for the first time. I’m sure the reactions are priceless. Especially for things that are going to come up.
You know you can, right?
I stare at my phone for a minimum of thirty-six seconds, give or take three, not sure how to respond.
Is he asking me to come over? Does he want me to? Or is he being nice? That’s probably what it is. Maybe.
Oh God I’m so bad at this…
Oh. No. I didn’t. But yeah… well…if you’d ever like company…and if you wanted me to come, I could probably do that. But only if you want me to.
Overthinking over text is a different kind of skill, Ainsley Mae.
It’s my superpower.
Well, I want you to know that you have an open invitation.
Oh, that won’t do. I’ll never use it because I’ll assume you’re just being nice to me, and I don’t want to inconvenience you. I’m already thinking that anyway.
You really do overthink everything, don’t you?
It’s a gift and a curse.
Speaking of invitations, what are you doing Thursday night?
