Page 91 of Yours, Unexpectedly

Killer,

Just like those veggies, I’m rooting for you! I know you are going to be amazing tonight. God, I can’t wait to watch you sing—to look up on that stage and know you are mine. And then bring you back to the hotel room and show you just how mine you are. I’m so proud of you. I spent most of the day picturing our life together in the city. I know we haven’t officially been dating very long, but rent is expensive and it would definitely be easier if we just lived together, right? I guess this is my way of asking if we can move in together after graduation. I have a feeling you’ll say yes! :) I love you. Break a leg, or whatever I’m supposed to say!

Love,

B

P.S. I got you a little something for luck! It seemed fitting given our mutual love for Chinese takeout. Hopefully you get a good fortune!

I open the bag and pull out a ceramic fortune cookie with a large crack down the middle. It would have been the perfect gift. I think of the fortune inside my wallet, the one I've been carrying around since that first day I ran into Bex again. I set the ceramic cookie on the nightstand and then watch in horror as it breaks in half.

Well if that isn’t symbolic as fuck.

“I don’t know what the fuck you want from me, Bex! I was just joking around and now you’re acting like a total bitch.”

“That’s enough, Jack. Just because I don’t want to sleep with you tonight doesn’t make me a bitch. I think you need to leave.” I’m about to cry and I don’t want to in front of him. We’ve been together for a year and yet, I don’t want him to see this vulnerability, knowing he’ll find a way to use it against me.

He walks closer to me and I instinctively take a step back. “C’mon, Bex. You’re overreacting. We’re good together, yeah?” His hand comes up to wipe a tear away. A movement that should be sweet but feels condescending.

I’d rather keep him calm, though, so I nod my head. “Yeah, I’m just tired. That’s all.”

“Okay. I’ll come check on you tomorrow.” He kisses me, a touch too rough, and walks out.

Sunday 1:17 AM

Anders

I miss you.

Monday 10:32 AM

Anders

I want to give you space and I don’t need you to respond.

But we both know that I have zero chill when it comes to you

So here’s one thing for today that I love about you…

You have this heart shaped freckle on your hip. I could spend all day tracing it.

Tuesday 3:26 PM

Anders

I love the shirts you wear with the funny sayings. They’ve always made me laugh.

Wednesday 12:01 PM

Anders

I love your hair. It’s wild and unpredictable and so incredibly you.

Thursday 2:54 AM

Anders

I love your stubbornness. I don’t like it right now, but I love that you see something you want and you work hard for it.

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