Page 109 of Say It Isn't So

Bianca:Go for it.

Allegra:I’m not going for anything. It took me long enough to find a roommate. I am not messing it all up by having sex with him.

Bianca:You do you. Meanwhile I’m going to try to get things back on track with Knox.

Allegra:Good luck!

Maria:Yeah, good luck! I have to go. Bye!

Perla:Bye!

Bianca:Ugh, guys, I’m unemployed. I can literally text all day and you abandon me?

Bianca:Fine, go lead your great lives filled with glamorous fashion and paychecks. I, on the other hand, will be here, available if you want to talk.

Bianca:And now I’m in a chat all by myself. Okay, peace!

Bored, I curled my feet under me on the couch and looked around, my phone still in my hand. I feared putting it down because it was my only source of entertainment at the moment. I could have turned the television on, but unless I was going to watch a soap opera there was really nothing on.

Should I watch a soap opera? I didn’t think I’d ever be home in the daytime to watch one, but if I was going to be home at this time more often, then maybe I should give it a shot.

I could be Bianca Morelli, the girl who watched soap operas and spent too much time staring at the clock until the workday was over and Knox came home.

I supposed it was better than being Bianca Morelli, the girl who was currently going stir crazy in the house because there was only so much sketching she could do when she wasn’t inspired.

Every time I sat down to sketch, I picked up the pencil, twirled it around between my fingers, and. . . nothing. Yep, you read that right. Nothing. I had nothing. It was like the creative side of my brain was done; it had closed-up shop and left cobwebs behind.

I supposed I could mourn my creative side. That would kill some time, right?

Annoying myself with the lack of things to do, I went back on my phone.Oooh, a text from Knox.

Knox:How are you doing?

Bianca:Great! I’m thinking of putting on socks and skating around the apartment soon. Isn’t that something kids do these days? Sock skating?

Knox:All right, you’re clearly not good at being unemployed. Why don’t you go out? Get some lunch?

Bianca:Alone?

Knox:Um, I was going out for lunch soon. You could meet me.

Bianca:Okay!

Knox:But it’s not a date.

Bianca:Absolutely not. It’s a friend helping another friend so she doesn’t pull all her hair out and need to invest in wigs.

Knox:I vote for pink. It gives off a very rock n’ roll vibe.

Bianca:You think? I always thought I’d look good as a blonde.

Knox:Maybe. Dudes dig blondes.

Bianca:“Dudes dig blondes”? What are you, like eighteen?

Knox:Whatever. Just don’t worry about wigs and meet me at the hot dog stand closest toBellissima.

Bianca:The hot dog stand? Well, Knox, if you’re trying to tell me something, then just come out with it already.

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