Page 64 of Waiting for Acceptance
Leah:
If you need help picking which ones to post you have an entire board of directors here ready to help.
I bite my thumbnail, fighting the guilt that’s creeping into my gut. They’ve seen no pictures because thereareno pictures. And thereareno pictures because this is all fake and I can’t keep up with how the hell I’m supposed to act with him. It’s easy when we’re around his colleagues and I know what I’m supposed to be selling. But when we’re having lunch or even a simple conversation at his apartment, I have no idea what version of myself I’m supposed to be. So maybe it’s time I just be myself? The best way to sell this relationship is to treat it like I would anyrealone, with the minor detail in the back of my mind that it comes with an expiration date. Plus that may make the guilty feeling of lying to my friends shrink. With my mind made up that I’m just going to beme, I take a deep breath and switch to the mindset that this is all real.
Me
Today was totally insane. We have taken no pictures together, shocking I know. But as soon as I have one on my camera roll it’s headed straight to this chat.
Tay
Who even are you?
Ruby
Will be impatiently waiting for any and all photos.
Leah
What’s his place like?
Me
I feel like I am living in an episode of FRIENDS. But like, if they had MONEY money.
Shane
That’s a good thing, right?
Me
Lol. Yes! it’s amazing. Gotta bounce, cookies are done.
Ruby
You made him cookies?! Oh this girl is in LOVE love.
Me
You’ll always be my one true love.
Tay
Rude.
Shane
How dare.
Leah
We can still hear you, you know?!
I laugh out loud before locking my phone, but I practically jump out of my skin when I see Fitz standing in front of me, his lips turned up in a small smile.
“Something funny?”
“With them? Always.” I nod to my phone, sliding my hands into the oven mitts. Once the cookies are on the stovetop I turn the oven off and face Fitz again. “Cookies will be ready to eat in five!” I smile and Fitz’s features go soft as he visibly swallows. “What?” I feel my cheeks heat to an ungodly temperature as he pushes off the counter and walks over to me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. My eyes fixate on his, but he’s watching his own movement as he plays with my hair.
