“I’ll make you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich,” I tell my brother, who brightens at the idea.
“Yay!” he yells as he runs into the kitchen.
I read Max’s last text again, and then I bite my lip and send him a reply.
Me:This would be the first time.
He replies back instantly.
Max:Guess I’m lucky :)
Chapter 3
Max and I talk for the rest of the day. It’s a little annoying because he doesn’t always text right back. Sometimes we’ll go back and forth instantly and then he’ll just disappear for thirty minutes. But he always replies back eventually.
We talk about silly things, nothing personal. But it’s fun, and it’s distracting me from being stuck at home all weekend.
While Jensen and I are eating pizza for dinner, Abigail calls me. I almost don’t answer the call because I don’t want to stop texting Max.
“Hey,” I say, getting up and throwing away my pizza crusts. “What’s up?”
“I’m having a crisis of outfits,” she says, sounding truly distressed.
“What exactly does that mean?” I ask.
“Should I wear the black jeans with holes in the knees, or shorts, to the party tonight?”
I laugh. Typical Abigail, worried about what to wear when she’s so pretty it doesn’t matter if she shows up in a garbage bag. In fact, an ugly outfit might even make her look prettier by comparison.
“You should check the weather and see if it’ll be warm tonight. If so, wear the shorts. If not, jeans.”
“You’re so practical and I love you,” she says. “But, ugh, I wish you could come.”
“Me too,” I say, glancing at my brother. He’s finished eating and has gone back to playing with his Legos in the living room. I talk quietly so he doesn’t overhear, even though he’s probably not even paying attention to me. Still, I don’t want my five year old brother to hear me talking about boys.
“So guess what? You know that number you made me text last night?”
“Did he reply?” she says, her voice all excited and full of energy.
“Yeah. And we’ve kind of been talking all day.”
“What!” she squeals. “Is he hot? I bet he’s hot!”
“I have no idea what he looks like.”
“Jess! What is wrong with you? You’ve been talking all day and you haven’t exchanged pictures?”
“No,” I say defensively. “That would be weird.”
“What’sweirderis talking to a guy who could be butt-ugly.”
I laugh. “It’s not like I’m going to meet him. But he is cool. He’s funny and he’s helping me pass the time of being stuck at home.”
I can hear what sounds like typing on Abigail’s end of the phone. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“Nothing…” she says in a sing song voice. A few moments later she says, “Oh…my…God…”
“What?” I press the phone to my ear as if that’ll make her talk faster.
