Page 4 of I Wanna Text You Up

I’m a strange breed of people when it comes to notebooks. I use every square inch on a page. Doodles, notes, lists, random reading assignments—it all goes in mybook.

“Your boyfriend is so arrogant,” I tell Delia, reclaiming my spot next to her then flipping open my notebook and trying to find a blank space to writeon.

“Isn’t he though? It’s kind of exhausting attimes.”

“Kindof?”

“Okay, a lot. He wears me out, but I totally love it.” She sighs again, all wistful-like. “Anyway, let’s order that pizza now. I’mstarving.”

“Is Zach staying fordinner?”

“Oh hell no. I’m not sharing with him. He may call me a food whore all the time, but he’s just as bad. He’ll scarf the whole thing down before I even get a slicein.”

“What apig.”

“I heard that!” Zach says as he makes his way back into the apartment. “I have about two more trips to make and then I’ll be out of your hair, ladies. You two can order pizza and gossip and naked pillow fight—you know, the usual things girlsdo.”

I glance to Delia. “He still thinks we naked pillowfight?”

“He won’t let it go. He’s going to be so disappointed that the only thing we plan to do is scrub this makeup off, ditch the bras, and put on some yogapants.”

“He says you had him at no bras.” Zach waggles his brows up anddown.

Delia throws another pillow at him and he laughs, taking off to finishup.

He makes three more trips, gives his girl a kiss goodbye, and leaves us to commemorate our last night asroommates.

“Pizza is ordered,” I say as Delia trudges back into the living room, her blanket and pillow inhand.

“Fort?” shesuggests.

“Like you even had toask.”

We get to work on building a small fort between the couch, coffee table, TV stand, and borrowed stools from the bar in thekitchen.

Once we have everything set up, we snuggle down into our blankets and pull upParenthood, the show we’ve been binge-watching for weeks now. I’m sad because we still have an entire season to go and she’s movingout.

“I still can’t believe you’re leaving this brand new couch behind forme.”

“That was all on Zach. He’s the one who insisted on buying it when Marshmallow chewed one of the cushions, not me. I told him we could just flip it around and not be bothered by it. I have no problems parting with it, and besides, it’s not like we’ll need it. He does have a fully furnished home, yaknow.”

She isn’t wrong there, and itwashis goat that chewed up mycouch.

“Yeah, yeah, I know—you’re moving in with a rich boy who has his shittogether.”

“He isn’t a rich boy,” she says defensively. I pin her with a stare. “Okay, he has money, but he isn’t a ‘rich boy’. That sounds so…dickish.”

“Fair enough. Zach isn’t a rich boy. He’s just…wellkept.”

Delia snorts out a laugh. “We’ll go with that. Pull your laptop over here. Let’s get started on that flyer.” I push the computer her way. She props it up on her knees, cracking her knuckles and hovering her fingers over the keyboard. “Now, what’s the first thing you’re looking for in your newroomie?”

“Hmm… Long brown hair. Snarky. Preferably namedDelia.”

“Such a drama bomb. What are youreallylookingfor?”

“I want someone who’s going to clean up after themselves. Someone who isn’t into parties but is okay with overnight guests…if you catch mydrift.”

“Obviously. Ladiesonly?”

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