Page 73 of His Coveted Obsession

My phone suddenly buzzed with a text.

Justin: Don’t forget we have a test on Tuesday.

Me: Thanks for the heads up.

Justin: Hey, there’s also a cool local band playing next

Saturday. Wanna go?

Me: Yeah, can I ask Easton?

Justin: If you want. There’s this girl in my Spanish class

that I like. Maybe I’ll take her, too.

Me: Sounds fun!

Easton didn’t seem like he would enjoy live bands. The noise and crowd would probably get to him. Did he even like music? He never had his radio on in the car. But it didn’t hurt to ask. Maybe he did love music. That reminded me to ask what his favorite band was.

What the heck. Why not?

Me: Do you like music?

Easton: Yes

Me: Who’s your favorite band?

Easton: I don’t have one.

Me: What kind of music do you like?

Easton: I listened to binaural beats to improve my

concentration.

Me: That’s not music.

Easton: Yes, it is.

I huffed a laugh.

Me: I mean, do you like rock music?

Easton: If I have to listen to it, I will.

Me: Never mind then.

Easton: Why all these music questions?

Me: Justin wants us to go with him to see a live band.

Easton: I don’t like Justin.

I burst out laughing.

Me: Still jealous?

Easton: Forever. Get some sleep, Little Rabbit.

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