Mick immediately reaches out and fingers the edge of the scarf.
“Cute accessory,” he drawls. “Didn’t know you were into dressing up your boy toys.”
He tugs on it like he’s about to straighten it, or yank it off, and my spine fucking stiffens. “Don’t touch that,” I snap, sharper than I mean to. Shit. I don’t even wear the actual scarf right now, it’s the middle of summer, but I just... like having something from home close by. So it tends to wander around the bus. Ends up every-fucking-where.
Mick cocks his head slowly, raising his hands up like he’s ohhh-so innocent. “Relax. Just admiring the pretty colors.”
I swear, the next time he touches that scarf, I’m calling Anne and have her FedEx me one of her knitting needles so I can stab Mick in the goddamn eye.
Deciding to ignore him before I do something stupid, I grab my phone, snap a quick pic of Ty-with-the-scarf, and send it to the real human version while my friends continue unpacking the fan mail.
Me:THANK YOU <3 <3 <3
The reply is instant.
Tyler:Oh holy duck balls. What the hell is that monstrosity?
Me:You didn’t send it?
Tyler:In what WORLD would I send that???
I bite my bottom lip, grinning like an idiot.
Me:I like it. <3
Tyler:I’m going to kill Lamar. Slowly. I knew he was up to something when the pictures came in.
Yup. Could’ve known it was him.
Me:Don’t. Hug him instead. I really really like it
Tyler:I don’t even know what the appropriate response is for this. Can you return it? This is so weird.
Me:I don’t think they’ll take it back if it’s covered in cum stains.
Tyler:Oh shit… Jacie…
“Strike a pose, babe,” Ava butts in, and I look up from the thread I’m way too fucking invested in. “I love this thing. Give me a couple cute pics we can put in our biography when we’re old and have wrinkled asses.”
I let out a chuckle and do as she says, entertaining her with a few ridiculous poses, maybe holding the boardtooclose.
Me:I might’ve just licked the vein that runs on your forearm. I love that vein.
Tyler:I know. Ava just sent me a picture. Why is she saying she can “fix” the board?
Oh Christ. I look up from my phone just in time to see Ava slap an orange dildo—complete with a goddamn suction cup—onto cardboard-Ty’s crotch.
“There,” she says proudly. “Now you can actually use it.”
I burst out laughing with the rest of them, sans Mick, who apparently disappeared while I was texting, and snap another pic for Ty.
“Is that even sanitary?” Missy asks, raising a very valid eyebrow.
“No worries. It’s a new one. I thought the color was fitting.”
Tyler:I don’t know if I’m supposed to be offended or not.
And then suddenly the instigator pops up in my messages.
