Page 33 of The Disasters of Dating
As I wait to hear back from Pais, I attach the fitting for the chain onto the rose quartz. I string the silver chain through it and hold it up. I can’t help the grin. It turned out pretty. It reminds me of the bracelet I made for Avery. Since her breakup with Eric, she hasn’t been the same. She needs a little rose quartz in her life. Now, I need to actually be in the same place as her so that I can give it to her. She has definitely thrown herself into her work over the last few months.
My phone bounces on the desktop beside me.
I wind the necklace around my fingers and tuck it into a small, white organza bag. Okay. One order down. Three more to go. But first, I want to see what Paisleigh has to say.
Paisleigh
I think as long as you’re careful, there’s no harm in texting him. But may I ask why you want to?
I stare at her message, thinking about the best way to phrase it. But it’s hard because I can’t say why I want to.
He’s kind of funny. And my horoscope says to trust my inner voice—which is telling me to do it.
Paisleigh
Then I say go for it. Just be smart…which you already are. So you should be golden.
I smile at my phone.
Thanks, Pais. I’ll really miss you whenyou’re gone.
Paisleigh
Where am I going???
Ugh, to a faraway island when you are cast on Beyond Limits.
Paisleigh
(GIF of Cher from Clueless saying, ‘Ugh, as if.’)
That isn’t going to happen. I think I have, like, a one in a bajillion chance of being cast. So you can stop missing me.
Bawahaha! But seriously, did you see your horoscope today? It says to brace yourself because change is coming your way.
Paisleigh
It’s probably just talking about a new pair of pants or something, Pops. I’m just saying, I’m not getting my plane tickets yet.
You’re no fun.
Paisleigh
Then go text your Wrong Number Guy. I’m sure he’ll be loads of it.
I send her a GIF of the kid with half-closed lids and a grim set mouth.
I move out of my Ikea desk chair—it’s all wood, very hard, and not comfortable at all. But it was cheap. I flop into my giant BigOne LoveSac beanbag. It nearly swallows me whole as I shimmy deeper into it. Now that I’m settled, I pull up my text list. It looks like there have been some additions to the Cheaper Than Therapy chat. I pull it up and see that Dani and Sadie have added more of their ‘thoughts.’
Dani
You could ask for a picture! Though then you’d need him to hold up a newspaper or something to prove it’s actually him. Do newspapers still exist?
I laugh at the wild scenario. What would he even say?
Uh, yeah. Remember that Michelle Hayes Ashcombe still has the paper delivered every morning? I think she is the only person in the world who does. So maybe I’ll get to see the guy IRL when he has to ask my mom to borrow her newspaper.
Shadie
