Page 55 of Never With You

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My gaze peeks over to Nate. I don’t like the genuine look on his face, and I definitely don’t want to hear his response to everything I just told him, so I quickly change the subject before he has a chance to comment.

“Anyway, I owe you an apology.” I sit up taller. “I’m sorry I was jerky about your parents.”

“I’m sorry your ex-boyfriend is here with his new fiancée.”

I’m sorry about that too.

Thailand just became my least favorite destination ever.

@worth_traveling_to:

I told a white lie, and I’m going to have to tell more to get myself out of it.

@girl_sees_the_world:

Is this your way of telling me you really are married?

@worth_traveling_to:

No, I don’t consider lying about that a white lie. That’s, like, a mega lie. I just fibbed a little to make my life easier. And in case you were wondering, saying “fib” instead of “lie” softens the blow and doesn’t make it seem as bad in my head.

@girl_sees_the_world:

Justification at its finest.

@worth_traveling_to:

Exactly.

@girl_sees_the_world:

So, is this some kind of confessional?

@worth_traveling_to:

A little. I just wanted to tell someone that I know fibbing is wrong, but I’m in too deep now, so there will be more fibs to come before I can rectify the situation. But I’m still a good person.

@girl_sees_the_world:

You have to stop using the word fib. You sound like…actually, I don’t know what you sound like, but it’s weird.

@worth_traveling_to:

Fine. I lied. I’m a liar. Happy now?

@girl_sees_the_world:

Yes, you may exit the confessional booth in peace.

@worth_traveling_to:

Thank you.

But like I said, I need to keep telling lies—temporarily—to get myself out of this situation. So I’m going to need a grace period until everything blows over.

@girl_sees_the_world:

Okay, I give. What did you lie about?

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