“Even his name is hot.”
“Yeah. I don’t know what to do.”
“Text him. Just tell him even though you aren’t with him, you still think about him. Even if he doesn’t answer, at least he knows. Maybe then when you see him again, he might say something.”
“True. It’s been a few months already. He’s probably moved on, and just thinks I’m a kid.”
She shrugs. “Don’t know if you don’t try.”
I bite my bottom lip. God, I want to hear from him so bad. “I’m doing it.”
Staring at my phone for a second, I think of something to type.
I know we can’t be together, but I dream about it like we can every night. I think about you all the time. I miss you so bad. I wish I could have one more perfect night. Love Trist
I glance up at Trin. “We’ll see.” I take a sip of coffee just as my phone buzzes. “It’s him.”
“What does it say?”
I open the text with shaking hands. “This might be the nicest thing I’ve ever read. Thank you.”
“Hmm.”
My phone buzzes again. “It was a perfect night. I think about it too.” My heart races in my chest. “Shit, Trin. I’m gonna pass out.”
She giggles. “I told you. Ask him about Thanksgiving.”
I nod, typing it out. I’ll be home for Thanksgiving. Can I see you? His response comes quickly. I read aloud to Trin. “I wish, babe.”
“He called you babe,” she says, whispering.
“I’m going to see my folks. Christmas?” I look up again. “Fuck. He suggested Christmas.”
Trin frowns. “But you’re going skiing with your mom.”
Can’t. Skiing trip with mom.
He doesn’t answer for several minutes. “Guess it wasn’t meant to be.”
“Shit,” Trin says. “Say something else. Pull him back in.”
“Like what?”
“Invite him here.”
I think about it for a moment, then do it.
Come see me here. Please, Bishop.
Babe…
“What does it say?” Trin asks.
“Babe. Nothing else yet.” It buzzes again. “I can’t do that. It’s too risky. Remember we talked about focusing on school. I’ll be here when you get back. Maybe the holidays won’t work this year, but you’ll be back. I’ll see you then.” I sigh. “He’s blowing me off nicely.”
Trin nods. “Sorry.”
My phone buzzes again. “But you made my fucking day.” I smile, reading it twice, when a new message comes in. “And I think about you too. Far more than I should. Take care, babe. Do well in school. I’ll see you again someday.”
