Page 38 of Campus Crush
None that I’ve found.
If you download one, send it my way.
PeachyKeen:
I might be in trouble.
I think I’ve got a thing for someone. And not in a “hot farmhand” kind of way.
BigBear88:
Is it serious?
PeachyKeen:
Feels like a soft panic attack. But with butterflies.
BigBear88:
Sounds like a crush to me.
Want my advice?
PeachyKeen:
Always.
BigBear88:
If he’s got half a brain, he’s already falling back.
It was time for Phase Three.
TWENTY-THREE
“What the fuck happened here?”
I looked up from where I was gluing the final piece of the diorama I made for Abby. I’d spent more time scouring Pinterest than I ever thought was possible before I stumbled on the idea of a homemade diorama that looks like her farm—or at least it was supposed to.
“This wasn’t as easy as it looks.”
“It doesn’t look like it was easy at all.” Gordy scanned the mess that covered our kitchen table, half the counter, and had somehow managed to get on the floor.
“Is that glitter?”
“Uh, yeah. The woman at the craft store talked me into it.”
He shook his head. “We’re never getting rid of that now. They’ll be finding glitter in here for years to come. Forget rebuilding the hockey team as our legacy. It’ll be that this house was glitter bombed.”
I sat back in my chair with a heavy sigh. “This shit was hard, okay?! Haven’t you ever had to make one of these?”
“Not since the second grade.” Gordy leaned in to inspect the diorama. “Is that…a chicken coop?”
“It’s a barn,” I muttered. “But I messed up the proportions.”
He blinked. “That’sa barn?”
“Look, I didn’t go to art school, okay? The important part is the idea behind it.”
