Max: besides, you know, texting an incredibly handsome and super smart guy.
My cheeks blush and I’m glad he can’t see me.
Me:I am? Wait, where’s this incredibly handsome guy? I only see your messages on my phone!
Max:ouch, Jess. You wound me.
Me:hahaha… that’s what you get for being cocky
Max::)
Me:I’m just sitting at home watching my little brother. My friends are at a party tonight so I’m trying not to think of everything I’m missing.
Max:are you a party girl?
Me:not really. You?
Max:I’m not a party girl at all
Me:lol… good to know.
Max:hey Jess?
Me:Yes?
Max:I’m glad you randomly texted me.
Chapter 5
Max and I talk until two in the morning when he finally says he should let me go so he can get to sleep. He says he’s up really early each day to give his mom her medicine and make them breakfast. The fact that he cares so much for his mom just warms me straight to the heart and all I can think about as I lay in bed is how great he is.
At this point, I don’t even care what he looks like. Despite what Abigail thinks, looks aren’t everything. Being kind and caring and honest matters so much more than that.
I wake up on Sunday morning still thinking of Max. In fact, I dreamed of him, and in the dream, we were hanging out on the beach, holding hands and talking. Of course, as dreams go, I couldn’t actually see him…he was just a blurry guy who made my heart warm and tingly.
Still, it was a pretty good dream.
Am I actually falling for a guy I’ve never even seen? Or met in person?
Oh my gosh. I’m ridiculous.
Jensen rushes into my room at eight in the morning, all wide eyed and fully awake. He’s got way too much energy, if you ask me.
“Morning, Jess!” he says, jumping on my bed. “I’m hungry!”
“Kid, you are always hungry!” I say, tossing a throw pillow at him. He laughs.
“Mommy says I’m having a growth spurt and it makes me eat a lot.”
“Well, at the rate you’re eating, you might be taller than me by next weekend.”
He laughs at this, and then stands up on wobbly legs and jumps on my bed. “Can we have breakfast, pleeease?”
“Yes,” I say, throwing the covers off me. “Come on, you little monster.”
I get my phone off the charger and eagerly check it, only to be disappointed when there’s no new messages. I do have a ton of Snaps from Abigail, but I’m not in the mood to read them right now. Max had said he wakes up early, so I guess I thought I’d get a good morning text just like he had told me good night last night.
After breakfast, I play Candy Land with Jensen, and then I help him with his Lego creation. The whole time we’re playing, I keep glancing at my phone, hoping for a text.
