Page 78 of Pucking Matt
Mom: See, it has a beautiful ring to it.
That woman loves the idea of being someone else’s.
Matt: So about that stupid thing
Matt: Can you stay the night for the stupid thing or
Amber: Who is this?
Amber: How did you get my number?
Matt: From the clipboard in the back
Matt: It’s me, your best friend
Amber: You can’t just steal my number and text me like we’re best friends
Amber: That breaks so many rules
Matt: Sue me
Amber: Maybe I will. It’s called invasion of privacy
Matt: Wait for it
Matt: Hey, Amber. Can I have your number?
Amber: What?
I roll my eyes and call her. She’s letting it ring for someone who is replying within the same minute.
“Hello?” she answers, and I hear the edge in her voice. Is she nervous? I check the time, maybe she’s tired.
“Hi,” I say. “I figured a phone call would be better than a text message, so where was I? Oh, right. Amber, can I have your number so that I can text you about that dumb thing? Can I follow you on social media and possibly DM you stupid memes?”
“Um,” she says, and I hate that I can’t see her face right now. Shit, I can fix that. I start FaceTiming her. “Uh, why are you FaceTiming me?”
“Because…I need to see you blushing.”
She answers it. “I’m not blushing.”
Her face pops up on the screen and I smile because she’s cute. “You definitely are.”
“I’m not,” she argues.
“What’re you doing?” I ask, wondering why she looks this cute on screen.
She pulls back the camera and shows me the paperwork sprawled out on the desk in front of her.
“Me too,” I say, showing her my iPad and notepad on the desk.
She smiles as I show her my setup. “Is that your room?”
I nod, pulling the camera back and stretching my arm back. “Bed, dresser, closet.” I spin. “Desk. Are you in your room?”
She’s not looking at the screen as she says, “Yeah, but that’s private.”
“Hm,” I lean my phone against the pencil holder and look at my iPad. “Are you a messy girl?”
