Me: Girls, I need advice. And help. And a cold bucket of water dumped on my head.
It takes them a few seconds to respond, and I swear my leg is bouncing up and down just as much as the little dots on the phone screen do as I wait impatiently.
Piper: Uh-oh. I take it you talked to him?
Me: Nope.
Madison: Wait, who?
Me: Sawyer.
Sophia: Uh-oh.
Me: I kissed him. He kissed me. I don’t really know who made the first move.
Me: My head is a mess.
Quinn: Double uh-oh.
Piper: Was it like a sweet little peck?
Me: Nope again. Please don’t judge. I’m freaking out over here.
Me: It was all heat and lips and lust, then we were interrupted when Trey came down the hall to mop the workroom.
Zoey: OMG, sorry, late to the party. Did Trey catch you making out?
Me: Fortunately, no. He dropped his mop in the hallway and made a big noise right before he got to us.
Me: You’ve never seen two people jump apart so fast in your whole life.
Quinn: Try not to panic. And we aren’t judging at all. We’re just concerned for you.
Sophia: Exactly. Did you talk about what happened?
Me: No :(
Sophia: So, that initial attraction is still there?
Me: And grown. A lot.
Madison: Where are you?
Me: My classroom.
Piper: WTH? It’s like six.
Oh shit. How long have I been sitting here, daydreaming about Sawyer’s big hand on my boob? The big hand
that I’d put there because I’d wanted him to touch me.
Zoey: I’m still here. I’m on my way to you.
Quinn: Bring her to my mom’s shop. We have chocolate.
Thirty minutes—and one of Quinn’s mom’s chocolate chip muffins later—I still don’t know what to do, but at least I’m comforted by the knowledge my friends are here for me no matter what. Sophia had been able to swing by as well, so I have assurances three times over in the forms of Q, Sophia, and Zoey that no one thinks poorly of me for acting on my feelings. I snort to myself. Feelings? More like my supercharged libido.
“Thanks for talking through things with me. I’ve been a mess over all of this for a while.”