Haha you’re so funny omg I can’t believe you’re not an award-winning comedian.
I rolled my eyes at her text and laughed again.
Hey, just supporting you over here.
By the way…Hayes said yes.
She replied a few seconds later.
Knew it. You’re gonna get an A for writing about dicks.
Definitely not what I will be focusing on.
LAME
Come over. Let’s watch a movie.
Normally, after finally deciding on what to write or coming up with a new idea for a screenplay nobody would ever get to read, I would lock myself in my room and start writing and only stop when I fell asleep.
But hanging out with Holland sounded better this time.
I’ll grab some snacks.
I parked outside her apartment thirty minutes later with a bag of chips and two bars of chocolate in the passenger seat. Holland lived in one of those old, low-rise buildings with thin walls and peeling paint that always smelled like weed and coffee. Her neighbors were mostly students too, but none went to the same college as we did. Still, Holland loved it there because she hated sleep and would rather hang out with whoever was up for it.
When I headed inside and knocked on her door, she yelled, “It’s open!”
I saw her curled up on the couch in pajama shorts and a shirt that saidI’M A STAR, surrounded by a bowl of popcorn and multiple soda cans. A movie was already paused on the TV screen, but I knew that wasn’t the one we’d be watching.
Amused by the sight, I lifted the bag of chips for her to see. “Why did I grab snacks when you have enough here already?”
“There are never too many snacks. And I knew you’d pick those, so I wasn’t stopping you.”
I laughed softly and sat down next to her. “Smart. So, what are we watching?”
“Something educational,” she said, sitting up and grabbing the remote.
I watched the screen as she went through the catalogue before finally landing onMagic Mike XXL.
“Educational,” I repeated.
“Very. It’s said to be one of the greatest cinematic masterpieces.”
“Where’d you hear that?”
Holland shrugged. “IMDbreviews.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes as I got comfortable between snacks and throw-pillows. “If it’s bad, we should watch an actual masterpiece. Like…Mother!orThe Place Behind the Pines.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You’ll love this one,” she assured me, grinning as the first half-naked men appeared on screen. “Look at that choreography. That lighting. Look how well-lit those abs are. That’s worth writing an essay about.”
I nodded, pressing my lips together. “Mh-hmm. You know what? You’re right. This could be good.”
“It sure will be. Besides, I already did some research on abs by googling Buster Ace.”
My head snapped toward her. “You what?”
“Relax, I just Googled him.”
