ME:
GEMMA:
NICK:I hate you both.
ME:I’M SORRY!!!!!
JACK:Fuck, did you burn down my house?
ME:No.
ME:Do you seriously think I’d tell you I burned down your house in a text?
JACK:No, you’d probably move out of state first and then send me a telegram.
ME:We should really bring back the telegram. Stop.
JACK:You were apologizing for something?
ME:Oh shit. Yeah. Sorry the kitchen is a mess. I had to run out to make this delivery on time but I promise I’ll clean it all up as soon as I get back.
JACK:Business is going well then?
ME:Eh. It could be better. But I had more orders this week than last so I’ll take it.
JACK:Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.
ME:Have I mentioned you’re the best roommate in the history of roommates?
JACK:Not nearly often enough.
ME:I’ll pick up dinner on my way back to the house. Sushi?
JACK:Sure.
ME:See you soon!
NICK:So are we all good for our annual Fourth of July Hamptons beach party?
GEMMA:Fuck yes.
HARLEY:I’m in!
ME:I think so. I don’t have a bar shift so as long as I don’t get any orders I should be okay.
JACK:Did I just... am I... did I just get added to the group text?
GEMMA:Aw man, does this mean we have to shut down period talk? I rely on Sadie to give me a two-day warning before I’m about to start.
JACK:I don’t know what that means, but please don’t hold back period talk on my account.
NICK:Their cycles are all synced. Save me, Jack!
ME:You two are totes adorbs.
NICK:So can you make it to the Hamptons for the 4th, J?
JACK:I don’t see why not.
