Page 134 of Alphas Like Us
“If you need to get back, we can talklater—”
“I have time,” Farrow interjects and finally answers me. “There’s an old attending in internal who refuses to move onto tablets, and since half the hospital thinks he’s Jesus, all Med-Peds first-years are required to chart on paper because this old fucker saidso.”
My face twists. This sounds like a rule that Farrow would break. He’d consider tablets more practical and efficient to do better work, and he’d disobey the paper-only requirement, even at the cost of angering the staff and damaging hisreputation.
It’s just who he is. Risking it all to do thebestjob hecan.
“Why not just sayfuck this ruleand use a tablet?” Iask.
“I haven’t thought much about it,” Farrow saysdistantly.
Thwack.Thwack.
“Maximoff?” Concern deepens hisvoice.
“It’s just the wind.” I shine my flashlight at the creaking ceiling rafters, then down at the window. My curtains dance more madly, and I’m tempted to stand up and peer through the closedblinds.
“That’s not wind,” Farrow says. “Where areyou?”
“Bedroom.” I balance my flashlight on my thigh. Keeping the beam aimed at the curtains. And I focus back on the internet and these daily articles onFamousNow.
Each one compiles all the public photos of Farrow and me. Some pictures are from my Instagram like a selfie at the grocery store. I mockingly flip off Farrow who’s smiling insanely wide behind me, also he’s biting into a nectarine. He was eating the fruit in the store, all before we checkedout.
Yeah, he still doesthat.
Other pictures are from my family’s social media, and then there are paparazzi photos. Like one where we’re on a date at a baseball game. Waiting in the ticket line. Choosing to be normal and not bypass thecrowds.
Paparazzi were everywhere, but I didn’t care. Neither didhe.
In the photo, his hand is in my back pocket, and I’m laughing. I didn’t see his smile or his expression in that moment, but I look at itnow.
Farrow is staring at me with palpable, overwhelming love. Enrapt with my whole essence. Like I’m joy and hishappiness.
It knocks mebackward.
“Have you seen these articles of us onFamous Now?” I ask Farrow while I take a screenshot of that baseball photo. I likeit.
Alot.
I screenshot more pics. I like this site since there’s no malicious intent attached. The intro summary at the top is brief to describe us, and it doesn’t botherme.
Farrow shuffles more papers, and then says, “Alphas LikeUs?”
“Yeah.”
That’s the title of the dailyseries.
Alphas LikeUs.
Based off thesummary:
Admittedly territorial, admittedly protective, Maximoff Hale and his new boyfriend are the couple of the year. Whether you love them or hate them, they’reeverywhere.
“Donnelly sent me a link,” Farrow says. “You should scroll and see if you can find the photo where you look infatuated with me. That’s my favoriteone.”
He might be fucking with me, but I scroll anyway. Quickly, I realize that I look sickly in love in practically every damn one. Like I’m sixteen again with a major crush on Farrow Redford Keene, a crush that needs to berestrained.
Immediately.
