MaybeI had my thumb in your ass?!
Baby…
I sit and laugh to myself.
Good night jackass
You owe me an orgasm, Pix!
I roll my eyes, sliding down the bed as I start to scroll back through the thread.
TWENTY-ONE
Nina
The next morning I wake early like I always do on the days I don’t have Ellis. I don’t know if Joey is going to be home this morning, but I call and text him before I leave my apartment to let him know I’m on my way over. He doesn’t answer or reply, and I get to his apartment and find it empty. For an hour I linger around his flat, clearing the draining board and setting the living area straight.
When seven thirty rolls around and I haven’t heard back from him, I decide to go home. Just as I pull open his front door to leave, my phone rings, Joey’s name lighting up my screen, and I walk back into the apartment and quickly answer the phone.
“Joey! Where are you?”
He doesn’t say a word.
Silence.
I swallow the lump in my throat. “Joe?”
“Yeah, I’m here. I’m in New York.” His voice is cold and detached.
“New York?” I check the time on my phone. “To see Jasper?”
“Yeah… he… he died.”
It feels like someone has poured ice through my veins, my body running cold. “W-what?” I utter.
“He’s dead.”
“Joey, I’m… I’m so sorry.” What do I say? What do I do? “I missed your calls last night. God, Joe. I’m so, so, sorry!”
“It doesn’t matter now,” he says, lacking all emotion in his voice.
He sounds lost.
“Are you coming home again?” I ask.
“I’ll be back in a couple days. It’s early, you go, Nina.”
“No, it’s okay I can?—”
The line goes dead and I start to shake. He has no one else. It’s just him now.
Nina
What can I do?
Please reply! Please reply!
Joey
