It was probably the bravest, most rebellious thing she had ever done, and she couldn’t even bring herself to regret it, because not only was it an amazing place to talk to other people about her passion for music, but she had also met her best friend in the world there.
She opened her laptop and clicked on the icon for Riffs Online: New England Indie Music Forum
Predictably, her message icon had an alert badge. She clicked on it right away without even checking her favorite pages.
Private messagewith Farmboy 7
Farmboy7:
did you listen to the new boathouse album?
Farmboy7:
hey you ok?
you didn’t message back last night
This was so typical of Farmboy—always worried about her, and never demanding. She let herself get lost in the messaging.
Sweet_Jane:
Sorry.
Bad day.
Farmboy7:
weren’t you seeing your dad yesterday?
Sweet_Jane:
I was supposed to, but he didn’t show.
Again.
Farmboy7:
that’s awful
it’s definitely his loss jane
It was a nice thing to say, but it was kind of hard not to take it personally when your own dad didn’t even want to see you. Or even care enough to cancel.
Sweet_Jane:
Oh well, what are you going to do?
Farmboy7:
want me to beat him up?
i wish i could be there with you
Sweet_Jane:
Thanks.
Farmboy7:
