It’s good to have dreams.
I huff out a laugh, shaking my head.
God, I have way too much fun talking to her. And all I know about her is that she likes baking, lives in a dorm, hates fake people, and somehow, in a way I can’t explain, she gets me.
Me:
So, if one day we were in the same place… would you want to meet me?
Cherry:
And ruin the fun of this mystery? Not a chance.
I exhale, smiling to myself.
Fine. I’ll play her game.
Tucking my phone into my pocket, I glance around, scanning faces like an idiot, knowing it’s pointless. She could be anywhere. She could be someone I’ve never met. And somehow, that just makes me want to know her more.
4
MAISIE
Ilike the quiet.
I like having my own space. I like when the world slows down and no one expects me to talk or smile.
But tonight, of course, the loud, obnoxious frat party down the street is trying its best to ruin that. I can hear the music thumping through the walls, the occasional drunken shout cutting through the air. I just roll my eyes and burrow deeper under my blanket.
It’s late, but I’m not tired. Or maybe I am, but my brain’s too wired to shut off. Not when Six messages me back.
A grin tugs at my lips. Honestly, I don’t know how we ended up here. One wrong number, and now I’m lying in bed in the middle of the night, having an actual conversation with a guy I’ve never met.
But the weird thing is… it doesn’t feel weird.
Maybe because it’s easier this way. Maybe because talking through a screen makes me braver than I really am.
Six:
So tell me. What are you doing tonight if you’re not at a party?
I snort softly, adjusting my pillow.
Me:
How do you know I’m not? I could have just come back from a rager. Shots, dancing, got into a fight, ran from the cops.
Six:
Sounds fake but please continue. I’m intrigued.
I let out a laugh.
Me:
Fine, you caught me. I actually spent the night in bed, eating Oreos and peanut butter.
Six:
