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There are so many more questions I want answers for, but I know one thing for sure: Luke would have nightmares tonight if I asked him any of that.

It’s a good thing he’s not a mind-reader.

Me: Fineeee lol. I’ll let you go to sleep.

Me: Good night, Luke.

I send a sleeping emoji too.

Luke: Good night, Ava.

Luke: Sleep well.

I will now.

LIKE SOME KIND OF SCOUNDREL

Luke

By the time next Saturday rolls around, I’m nowhere near being ready for this trip with Ava. I questioned everything I packed. I cleaned my car inside and out (although the outside was done TWICE because some bird decided to hate me and used my SUV as its personal toilet).

Oh, and I didn’t tell Wyatt about Colton’s plan. He just thinks I’m going solo.

Am I the worst friend ever? Probably not. But the title might end up being mine, considering I don’t feel as guilty as I thought I would.

My phone buzzes as I step out of my apartment building, and I go ahead and look at the new text just in case it’s from Ava.

It’s not.

Wyatt: Drive safe and have fun, man!

Wyatt: It might be a work vacay but it’s still a VACAY.

Wyatt: No. Stressing.

And then he sends a sunglasses emoji.

Well, now I feel plenty guilty…

Me: Thanks, Wy. I’ll try my best.

Wyatt: Also, I wouldn’t be mad if you brought me back a souvenir.

I didn’t give him any details about where I’m going, so he’s probably expecting a fancy hotel gift shop souvenir, but I’m sure I can find something for him. The lodge is right outside a small town, and small towns mean lots of small stores.

Me: I’ll keep that in mind.

Me: IF you stay out of trouble while I’m gone.

Wyatt: Gasps. I don’t even know what you’re trying to imply.

He adds a relieved emoji to the text, as if that proves his innocence, and I send back an eye-roll emoji.

Me: Righttttt.

Me: I’ll see you in a week, bro.

I shoot him a peace sign emoji and he sends me a crying one.

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