Page 137 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

Memphis: You can’t stay mad at me forever.

I begged to differ. In fact, my record for holding a grudge was fifteen years and twenty-seven days. What Tammy Fritz did, I had no idea. But I knew she did something. And until she apologized for it, she would remain on my enemies' list. I wasn’t completely unreasonable.

Memphis: I know you still love me.

Love was an exaggeration, although I would love to punch him in the face right now.

Memphis: Remember our pinky pact.

Okay, first off we were like five. And secondly, he was just trying to get me to respond. I was not falling for it.

Memphis: I bet Cindy texts her friends back.

Ah, traitor.

Memphis: Do I need to come over there?

I wouldn’t answer the door.

Memphis: You can’t avoid me forever, Nova. We go to the same school.

Technicality.

Memphis: You’ll see me tomorrow.

Me: Not if I keep my eyes closed.

Ah ha…

I stopped and looked down at the phone now in my hand.Damnit.

Memphis: How are you going to see anything if you walk around with your eyes closed?

Me: I’ll figure it out.

Memphis: You trip over your own feet with your eyes open.

Me: That just means I’m used to bumping into things and falling down.

Memphis: You cried for a week when you stubbed your toe.

Me: I was six!

And I was pretty sure I broke it.

Memphis: You do know you’ll still be able to hear me with your eyes closed, right?

Well, there was only one response to that…

Me: I’m going to put itching powder in your underwear.

Memphis: Then I’ll save your eyebrows.

Fine. I didn’t like them, anyway. And…

Me: I hate you.

Memphis: No, you don’t, you love me.

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