Page 21 of That Time We Kissed Under the Mistletoe
I gulp.
Me
Maybe?
Fabulous, Sara.
Talk about a vague reply.
Bristol
I told you not to go back to Abieville. But you said you’d be able to steer clear of Three. And now the man is half naked, sleeping ten feet away from you.
Me
He’s fully clothed.
Bristol
That is so not the point. I don’t want my best friend becoming one of those zombies on The Walking Dead again. You need to pawn Three and his bandaged head off on someone else immediately.
Me
Everyone’s either out of town for the holidays or busy with their own families. And this is all my fault, so I’m pretty much on the hook.
Bristol
If you ask me, he deserves to be knocked out. I never even met the guy, but I saw what he did to my best friend. Who is awesome. Who is you. So I kind of wish I was there to rip him a new one.
Me
To be fair, that was ten years ago. He’s a teacher now. Seems to maybe have grown up a little.
Bristol
DUDE. Don’t let his hotness sway you. Do you remember how he spent four summers making you fall for him, acting like the perfect guy, and then once he had you drooling in the palm of his hands, he said he didn’t feel like that about you? HE IS THAT GUY.
Me
You think he’s hot?
Bristol
Ugh. I think he’s the worst. STOP.
Me
Thank you. This is exactly the kick in the butt I needed. So can you do me a favor, and check in to remind me of all this over the next few days? Please? Just an occasional text to boost my immunity, kind of like a Three Fuller vaccination.
Bristol
You bet I will. Consider yourself FRESHLY INOCULATED. Now quit staring at that human virus and go to sleep.
Me
Thank you, Doctor Kane. You’re the best.
Two hours later, when I wake Three for another check, he sits up without any extra jostling or prodding. Then he answers all my questions, more clearly than he did the first time.
