Page 30 of Summer Breakdown
Frankie: I don’t know why I speak to you
Otherwise, for the twenty-thousandth day in a row, she’s daydreaming about a woman she can never have.
Cam: bc I made your fave cookies
Cam: dinner tonight?
Frankie: red velvet?
Cam: answer me
Seconds later, Frankie’s phone rings, and Cam’s face pops up on her screen. She laughs and answers, even though they’re mid-game. At the moment, they’re in the last half, and Kai hasn’t slowed once.
“May I help you?” Frankie says as she answers.
“You’re a rude-arse motherfucker,” Cam replies, the sounds of mixers whirring behind her. “Are you cooking, or shall I bring something?”
“Tomorrow? I have to do the accounts tonight.”
“Ew,” Cam replies. “Tomorrow is good.”
“Bring something,” Frankie replies. “Please.”
Cam hums. “And do I need to bring wine, or are we not discussing your gigantic crush on Jasmine?”
“I don’t know what you’re on about.” Frankie holds her breath until the silence on the other end of the line gets painful, then she sighs.
“I don’t know how to talk about it yet.”
“Oh,” Cam says. “It’s serious.”
Frankie groans. “No wine. I had to switch doctors, and he’s being annoying about my pills.”
“Got it, girl. Seven?”
“Okay.”
“Remind me to book my hair. Love you.”
“Love you.”
Frankie sets an alarm for seven thirty tomorrow to remind Cam to book in her hair. Then, she looks back onto the field and catches Kai obstructing.Again.
Frankie calls for a switch.
“Did you wanna watch me die?” Kai asks, jogging off. There’s no tone to it. He’s joking. He could have a tone (Frankie would tell him to piss off but he’d be within his rights to complain; he should have come off earlier) but he doesn’t.
“Just wanted to check your fitness,” she says.
Kai wipes his face with his top.
“Sure you’re not secretly replaying a lay?”
“Excusethe fuckout ofme?” Frankie asks, and Kai holds his hands up.
“That’s your daydreaming face. Wondered if it was a bird. You know—the one you’re always drawing.”
“You wanna run laps?”
