Page 39 of Brick Wall
Annie
My phone vibrates on the coffee table in the living room. Goldie and I are on the couch watching a movie we’ve both seen a dozen times.
Goldie raises her eyebrow to silently sayagainas I grab my phone from the table. She knows exactly who I’m texting.Sebastian.
We’ve been messaging each other back and forth for a week or two, ever since the day he called to check in after our canoeing accident.
We don’t talk nonstop, but we do text randomly, mostly in the evening.
The Revs training camp officially started this week, and Sebastian has been extra busy, especially during the day.
I’m surprised he has continued to text me. I figured when he called me that day in my office, that would be it. However, that night he texted to ask how volleyball scoring worked, and I had to answer back, obviously.
It’s been back and forth with random texts ever since. I open the text and a laugh bursts out.
Sebastian: Fun Fact.
Sebastian: Feet’s feet smell the worst.
Annie: Do I even want to ask?
Sebastian: No. I’m traumatized.
Sebastian: Send help.
Annie: *sends a picture of a person running to help*
Annie: How’s training camp going?
Goldie is on the couch sulking because she hasn’t seen Bryce in a few days, and not nearly as much as she did in the off-season. She’s taking the change—well, not too well. We’ve had a lot of movie dates recently.
My phone pings again, and I take a peek.
Sebastian: Great, minus the feet thing.
Annie: Are your lockers close then?
Sebastian: Nope.
Sebastian: I can smell him a mile away
Annie: So, you have no idea it’s him then
Sebastian: Oh, I know.
Sebastian: *sends detective emoji*
I look up from my phone to find Goldie’s curious eyes on me, but she doesn’t say anything in response.
Sebastian and I continue to go back and forth as I completely ignore the movie in the background.
After a few minutes, I look up and see Goldie get up with her fuzzy blanket still wrapped around her. “I’m going to callBryce and then go to bed,” Goldie says with a yawn.
“Good night,” I say while thinking her plan sounds great. I haven’t spoken to Sebastian on the phone, or seen him in person, since our first and only phone call a few weeks ago.
We have a good thing going with text messaging. Why mess with it, right?
Chapter Twenty
