Page 34 of Let's Get Textual

“Scoot. Go get dressed for your date, you non-scary adorable creature.”

“I am terrifying!” She stomps her foot and I laugh until I’m nearly in tears.

“You’re adorable. Now, what are you wearing? You can’t just wear anything for a date withShep.”

“Ohmygod. Please stop saying his name like that.”

I grab at my chest in faux innocence. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Yes, you do—all dramatic like. You drop your voice and it’s creepy. Stop it.” She pulls two tops out of her closet and holds them up. “Blue or blue?”

I wrinkle my nose. “Neither. Keep searching.”

As Zoe searches the deep crevices of her stuffed closet, I dig my phone out of my pocket, surprised to find a text waiting for me.

Zach: It’s a Friday night and I have a date…with Netflix and takeout. Please tell me I’m not a horribly boring person. By the way, Marshmallow says hi.

I smile as I read the text—but I shouldn’t be smiling, right? I should be weirded out that Zach messaged me again.

Right?

I’m not though. Not only am I not weirded out, I respond.

Me: You’re only boring if I’m boring because I have the exact same plans. P.S. HI MARSHY! <3

Zach: TWINSIES!

Zach: Holy shit. I’m a twelve-year-old girl. Someone kill me now.

Me: You didn’t SOUND like a twelve-year-old girl when you were growling at me for your wrong number mistake.

Zach: I did not GROWL.

Me: You sounded like a bear.

Zach: Can I wear a hat?

Me: You want to be Smokey Bear?

Zach: I always thought that dude was cool…

Me: Wow, you really ARE a twelve-year-old girl.

“Earth to Delia. Hello! Pay attention to me!”

I snap out of my Zach bubble and swing my attention to Zoe, who’s gaping at me with obvious irritation. “Yes?”

“Jeans—light or dark?”

“Dark. Dark jeans are sexier at night.”

She tilts her head, thinking. “Hmm, smart thinking. These also make my booty pop…”

“Which is the top reason to wear them.”

“Obviously.”

My phone buzzes again and I glance down to read the string of messages.

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