“Chicken wings,” Rev says, practically salivating. “Let’s get out of here.”
“I’m game,” I say, gathering my tray and heading to the trash bin. I don’t ask the others if they’re coming as well, I can hear them stomping behind me.
Time to blow this popsicle stand, even if it is only for a couple of hours.
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
DEMI
Lunaand I have filled our days with work, my compulsive disorder going into overdrive when it comes to organizing her schedule, swag, and library. She’s been steadily working on two books, getting those words in as she closes herself off in the office.
How she can go back and forth is a riddle. But it’s also intriguing. However, if I were to attempt to do that, I’d have all of the characters confused and they’d end up starring in both stories or swapping love interests.
Our nights are lazy as we either float in the pool or watch television. When I’m alone in bed at night, I find that my brain is stuck on anything and everything having to do with Xavier.
A few weeks ago his constant presence got on my last nerve, but now, I want nothing more than to have him here with me.
Now, I’m not used to being in bed without him, it feels lonely and just—wrong.
The restlessness of my nights weave into my mornings and I sludge my way, zombie style, to the coffee pot. My phone died in the middle of our program last night, so I put it on the charger in the living room and forgot to take it with me when I headed to bed. So once I pour the biggest mug Luna and Kodiak have in their cabinet, I go and remove it from the plug.
A smile lights up my face when I see I have several text messages from Xavier waiting for me to open and read. I snicker when I realize I still have him listed as Conan in my address book, that’d really get him riled up because, in a deep voice, he insisted when it comes to me, he’s not Conan. As my man, I’m only to call him Xavier.
Conan: Look who I’ve made friends with.
Attached are several selfies with him and the four men who continue to plague my life.
Conan: They’ve stayed up our asses since we met. I’m a God, Demi. They have all but dropped to their knees to worship me .
I laugh so hard I’m nearly doubled over in half. This man’s ego knows no bounds. I knew that they’d be unable to resist joining the ranks of the meanest men there.
Me: As long as that’s all they're doing before you on their knees .
I set my phone beside me as I pull my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around them as I sip my java and slowly wake up. When my phone glows with an alert, a smile spreads across my cheeks. There’s nothing more fun than bantering with him, even when it’s via text.
Conan: My has officially gone into hiding. What are you up to this morning? We’re getting ready to go and do our trust fall and rope climbing. None of these motherfuckers better drop me!
My smile now illuminates the room because I can see them making a game of dropping each other and releasing the rope that’s supposed to keep them steady as they climb.
Me: You know they’re going to. Don’t lie, you have plans on doing the same exact thing to them, don’t you?
Conan: Shh, woman. Don’t share all of my secrets. Miss the fuck outta you, woman. You never answered me, what are you doing today?
Me: We’re taking the day off and doing a little shopping. Don’t worry, we’re taking our shadows with us. Luna needs new clothes and since you have a habit of ripping my underwear, I’ll be hitting up the lingerie shop.
Conan: Get those edible ones I like. The cherry! I’ll send you money because they’re for me, not you. How much do those things cost anyway?
I don’t know the price off hand, so I look it up and find that they’re quite reasonable.
Me: They range anywhere between $10 and $14 dollars. Believe it or not, the flavor determines the price .
Conan: I’ll send you $200 so you can stock up. Gotta go, baby, the guys are waiting on me. I’ll call you tonight.
Me: Talk to you then. And I’ll be sure to stock up on the and flavored ones. TTYL .
Glancing back through our conversation, I giggle. We are the king and queen of emojis. But it gets the point across when we don’t want to use actual words. Plus, it helps that they pop up all willy-nilly when you begin typing.
