Page 84 of Love Unavoidable
“It’s so contemporary for being southern.”
“Never let someone from the south hear you say that.”
“I won’t . . . why are we talking about this again?” he asks.
“You said her accent was southern.”
“Oh yeah, that’s right.”
“And it’s not.”
We sit in silence for a few minutes while Spence focuses on driving in rush hour traffic.
“And I can’t ask her out?”
“No.”
“But you aren’t dating her?”
“No.”
“So, really I can do whatever the fuck I want.”
“Dude, bro code.”
“We barely know each other. Does bro code even apply?” he asks.
“It always applies. Besides, she’s too smart for you, you don’t know about the south or bro code.”
“Ha. Good one,” he says drily.
Then I find myself talking. Telling Spence about how I met Sadie and what transpired that night. Then how I fucked myself over by not fucking her fast enough. And now we are just roommates.
“So, you want her,” Spence says.
“Of course, I want her. She’s different, special. I don’t know. She doesn’t bug me like other chicks do.”
“Give me an example,” Spence says.
“She talks a lot. I meana lot. When we first met and were dancing, I pretty much got her entire life story in like five songs. I didn’t get tired of listening to her.”
“It’s the accent.”
“Maybe. But it was also what she was saying, I remember it. And other little things she says. It’s like what she tells me is important, so I remember it and file it away to use later.”
“Oh, you got it bad, brother.”
“What do you mean, I got it bad?” I look at him, waiting for an answer.
“You’re in love with this girl.”
“No, I’m not.”
“You admitted that what she says is important and not only do you listen to it, but you remember it.”
Fuck. I did just admit that.
“I barely know her,” I say.
