LAYLA: Just tell me!
ZANE: Harley Quinn, Elizabeth Bennett…
LAYLA: I’m jealous.
ZANE: You did ask who my fictional crushes were...not my real one.
LAYLA: One?
ZANE: You know the answer to that. Anyway... I’m in my room now. I need a shower. You tired yet?
LAYLA: Sorry, I stopped listening at the word shower…
Was she serious? I stripped off, debating how to reply. How would Caleb respond?
Ha.
No.
ZANE: Behave, Layla. But if you want to watch the rest of the film with me, I’m not tired.
LAYLA: Do you have it?
ZANE: God, yes. All of them. I’m pretty obsessed with films...#geek
LAYLA: It’s pretty late :(
ZANE: Indeed. Where’s Steven?
LAYLA: Steve, not Steven! He’s out tonight.
ZANE: Oh. Well, I’m not. :)
LAYLA: Only if we watch it from the beginning.
ZANE: We’ll be up all night.
LAYLA: Sleep is overrated anyway.
ZANE: Uber? I’ll order it now for you.
LAYLA: Okay :) I’ll bring my popcorn…
I was nervous. It was midnight, and she was coming to mine to watch one of the best films in the world.
Fucccccck.
Why did she have to be getting married?
I ordered the Uber before showering quickly. Layla arrived within fifteen minutes, and I opened the door before she could knock.
She grinned at me as I gestured for her to come in.
“Is everyone asleep?” she whispered, her eyes darting around.
“Well, Mom and Dad took Alice away for a few days. It’s just you and me, kid.” I chuckled as I saw her relax.
“How come? Why didn’t you go?”
