I don’t get a chance to answer, when Simon chimes in, “Of course he is, he hasn’t stopped thinking about her since he signed her shirt,” as he twists his body in the seat and props his arm on the back of his seat.
I shoot a dirty look at his smug face and open my mouth when I’m interrupted again, this time by Link.
“Just don’t forget the one-week rule. You have to wait a week before you call her.”
Really? A week? As I turn to question him, Bernie opens her mouth then closes it. Then shakes her head.
“I really don’t think that is a thing,” I tell him.
“Actually, it’s three days. You have to wait three days, and since you told her you’d call her when you were back in town, you’ve got to wait until at least Wednesday, since today is Monday,” Simon informs us.
“I have to wait three days? Are you sure?”
“Hmm, no wonder you guys can’t get girlfriends.” Bernie shakes her head in concern, “You boys don’t know anything.”
“Who said we wanted girlfriends?” Link challenges.
She drags her perplexed gaze back to me and her expression and tone changes, “Please, do not listen to them. You do not need to wait to call her. Please. Don’t let Tweedle-dee and Tweedledum ruin this for you.”
“Hmm, ok, well I’ll figure it out,” I mutter. As Simon shakes his head and turns back around in his seat.
Link adds, “Whatever, it’s a real rule. You’ll seem desperate if you call too soon. Google it.”
I was not expecting this conversation at 3:00 a.m. in the back of a van on our way home from a ridiculously long week away. I was going to crash in my bed and sleep for at least eighteen hours. But now, all I can think about is when I will get to call Morgan and if it was going to be too soon or not soon enough. Shit.