Page 19 of Guys Can't Write Romance
“Then you die.”
“How come the fun always happens when I need to leave?” Chloe said.
“Wait! You’re leaving me?!” Daisy said.
“Yep. Tonight’s my finger-painting class,” Chloe said. “And believe me, no one’s more bummed I need to miss this than me.” She turned to Chad and shot him a grin. “On the slight chance you’re not dead when I get back, I owe you a beer.”
“I should be going too,” said Chad.
Daisy spun to him. “Not a chance. You’re putting everything back the way it was. And then we’re working on our books. I’m not losing this contest because your brain decided to explode.”
“You still want to work on our books?” Chad said.
“Want to? No. Have to? Yes. Those were Mags’ rules.”
“What about all the notes I gave you?” Chad said, pointing to the wall. “It’s all right there.”
“Those aren’t notes. They’re provocations. I need constructive notes. Not dinosaurs squashing my male lead. And you need notes too, unless you’re chickening out on our bet.”
Chad smirked. “Not a chance.”
“Then fix my wall and let’s do this.”
“Now I’m really bummed I have to miss this,” Chloe said, picking up her bag. “Can you guys keep fighting till I get back?”
“No,” Daisy said. “Because Chad’s going to fix this room, then we’re going to work on our books till Ethan gets here.”
“Who’s Ethan?” Chad said.
“The boyfriend,” Chloe said, patting her mouth in a feigned yawn. “AKA, nature’s cure for insomnia. Hope you brought some Red Bull.”
“It’s in my backpack.”
Daisy folded her arms across her chest. “Being mature and responsible does not make Ethan boring.”
“No. Being boring makes Ethan boring,” Chloe said.
“So, what would it take to make him less boring for you?”
“Having a pulse, for starters.”
“Kind of like Daisy’s male leads,” Chad said.
Chloe grinned. “Exactly like Daisy’s male leads.”
Daisy spun to Chad and shot him a glare. “You. Fix my Post-Its. Now!”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Just keep the Red Bull handy, Chaos Boy,” Chloe said to Chad. “You’ll thank me.” As she turned to leave, a knock came at the door.
Daisy froze, hoping she hadn’t actually heard it. Then it came again. “Oh no. Oh no, no, no,” she muttered, glancing at her watch. Her stomach dropped. “He’s early.”
Chloe’s eyes perked. “Oooh. Is that Boring Banker?”
“Yes,” Daisy said. “He’s not supposed to be here till seven.”
“Welp,” Chloe said, dropping her bag and plopping down on the couch. “Guess I’m staying.” She grabbed the bag of chips off the coffee table and patted the couch beside her. “Grab a seat, Chaos Boy,” she said to Chad, her eyes beaming with mischief. “This plot just got fun.”
