He shakes his head. “You can dress like a slut, and it’ll be fine.”
I take a moment to think about all my possible outfits. I could dress like a total slut if I wanted to, but I might dress casually, especially if I want to keep a low profile.
I glance down at the table, and it looks so aesthetic with the empty containers and Dylan’s forearm resting on the table. I take a quick picture and say, “Can I tag you in my Stories?”
His eyes light up. “This relationship is moving fast.” He smiles. “Really fast.”
I nod. “Just wait until I tag you and my followers go nuts over who you are.”
“Should I put my profile on private?” he teases.
I shrug. “If you want to be a private guy, sure. If not, get ready. They’re all going to think we’re dating.”
He takes a moment to think, and then he says, “I don’t care if you post this. Do whatever you want.”
I take more pictures of the takeout on the table with his lap in the picture and give him one last chance. “The girls are going to go feral over you. Are you ready?”
He genuinely looks like he doesn’t care, so I tag him and hit share.
9
Dylan
She wasn’t kidding. We’re halfway through a movie when my phone buzzes again. I’ve gotten two hundred followers in the past forty-five minutes. I peek over at Cecily, and she’s immersed in the movie. Her phone’s on the table. I take a photo of her side profile, and then she glares at me.
“Are you posting that?” she scoffs.
I shrug. “Maybe.”
“Okay, first rule with social media. I have to approve it. Let me see.” She grabs my phone and looks at the image. “Aw, I look cute and cozy. You can tag me.”
“You approve?” I tease.
She nods. “Approved.”
I open the app to post it to my Story. I repost her tagged Story first, then post this image of her and tag her.
I throw my phone on her lap. “Read the DM’s.”
Her eyes scan the messages, and a smile spreads across her face. “Look at this one.Take care of our girl.That’s so sweet. They like you.”
I tuck my top lip in and show off my front two teeth and cross my eyes. “Will they still like me if I look like this?” I say in a stupid voice.
She takes a picture of me like that. Hell, she’s quick. “I don’t know. Let’s find out.”
I try to grab the phone from her, but she turns her back to me. I wrap my arms around her as she laughs. I tickle her, and she jerks. I grab my phone and cackle.
“Ha! Not on my watch.”
“Send it to me. It’s going to be your contact picture in my phone.”
“Maybe in ten years.” I glance at the time. “Shit, I should head out.”
“Already?” she says, and then she focuses on the movie again.
She really is cute, and a piece of me will never forget today. Not only did I finally tell someone about my mom, but for the first time, I’m inspired. Cecily has a magic to her that I don’t fully understand, but she embodies a lot of good qualities that I want to be like.
“Let’s do this every Monday, okay? I owe you dinner.” I pat her on the head. “You can count on it.”
