Page 4 of A Very Snowed In New Year
At least it happened. And. It. Was. AAAAHHHHHMAZINGGGGG!!!!! With a capital AAAAAHHHHHH and so much ZING and the perfect amount of tongue! I thought so anyway. That kiss will live rent-free in my head 4Eva and it inspired SO many stories and those works are getting PiperThanFiction so many hits and new followers on FictionAxis.
I am choosing to remember the absolute magic of that night—of how confident and pretty I felt in my pink dress and the way we bantered and how he looked at me right before he leaned in to kiss me in that hallway.
I am choosing to feel even luckier than I felt when I thought I had found my One, because now I don’t have to be tied down by the same guy for like eighty years. Now I can get back to the journey. Now I can get back to wondering who gets to have their HEA with me. And I won’t have to feel guilty about checking out all the hot guy butts, because I’m still single!
I am choosing not to dwell on the fact that I totally effing BLEW IT in text form. I will learn from my mistakes. I will look upon this as a valuable lesson and I will do better. I have printed out the text convo and will refer to it whenever I need toremind myself what NOT to do when texting with a guy that I don’t want to scare off.
I am determined to get really good at this by the time I’m seventeen. And by “this” I mean flexting and sexting with guys. I will dominate all manner of textual relations.
I mean, I basically got Aunt Maddie and Declan together by texting him from her phone. I just need to get better at texting hot guys from MY phone. As me. I will. My thumbs will slay. I will shoot sexy fire out of the tips of my thumbs. Pew! Pew! Pew! I will wait the appropriate amount of time to respond to a text from a guy that I like. I will withhold enough information to be intriguing and yet be straightforward enough that it doesn’t seem like I’m playing games. I will be sexy and alluring.
I will.
Oh, to be so young and optimistic. But I was right. I did get better at texting with guys. Just not in the way I’d hoped to.
Looking out the window, I can see that we still have about twenty blocks to go, so I unfold the printout I had carefully tucked into the pocket inside the hard cover. Sighing, I glance through the three pages of screenshotted texts in a chat with Brett!!!!! . Yeah. I added five exclamation points to his first name and gave him an emoji surname. I was adorable.
Brett!!!!! :Hello there, luv. This is Brett. From the wedding at the train station.
ME:OMG hi! How are you?!
Brett!!!!! :I am well, luv, and you? You still here in Los Angeles?
ME:No, but I can be in like nine hours! LOL
Brett!!!!! :So you’re back in New York now, then?
ME:Yeah. But my dad has like a billion frequent flier miles that I could use to fly to LAX. I mean I have an exam on Wednesday, so I probably shouldn’t miss it. But I could definitely come out Friday night and stay until Sunday! I can do my homework on the plane.
ME:I can’t believe you only waited two days to text me!
ME:I mean not that I am assuming you waited a certain amount of time on purpose. I’m sure you’re genuinely busy.
ME:And not that I’ve just been staring at my phone waiting to hear from you.
ME:Wait, that felt like negging and I just want to be clear that I’m not playing games here. I really was hoping to hear from you.
ME:But I mean I had to babysit and do family stuff and then there was all the traveling.
ME:But I did think about our kiss a lot.
ME:Like, A LOT a lot.
ME:You’re a really good kisser.
ME:I think.
ME:I mean the kiss was amazing, obviously. I just haven’t had a lot of kisses like that. I haven’t kissed a lot of boys like that. Yet.
ME:I mean, I don’t PLAN to kiss a lot of boys like that. If you wanted to be exclusive or whatever I would be perfectly happy to only kiss you for the rest of my life.
ME:But we can just take it one step at a time.
Woof.
It goes on. But my phone is blowing up, and it feels urgent. There are, like, ten new messages in my group chat with Shoshanna and Jodi.
SHOSHANNA:Poops!!!
