Blakely:Hey! How was the flight? I’ll be home for sure. When you’re out of town, we get to work from home, which is always nice. And you got furniture? Oh my God, I told you, you didn’t have to . . . but also . . . please tell me a table was included in that purchase. LOL
A genuine smile passes over my lips as I text her back.
Halsey:Flight was good. Eli was nauseous on the flight for some reason, but other than that, it was smooth. And as for the furniture, I got a dining table that seats six, two lounge chairs, and a loveseat that rocks . . . oh, and a firepit for in front of it.
Blakely:Holy crap. That’s a lot and, even though you didn’t have to do that, I’m positively thrilled. A firepit? I’ll grab the marshmallows and sticks. Was the lounge for you and your reading? If you tell me no, I might cry.
Halsey:I’ll be using them for sure.
Blakely:Thank goodness. You could always use them for some naked sunbathing as well.
Halsey:Not really into that.
Blakely:Yeah, me neither. **sense the sarcasm**
Hell, she can’t tell me that shit, because that’s all I’ll think about when on that lounger now.
Halsey:Look out for peeping Toms.
Blakely:They wouldn’t be looking for me. They’d be looking for Frederick Garrlo.
Halsey:Pretty sure they’d be looking for you.
Blakely:You flatter me. Well, I’ll let the movers in with pleasure. Also, I watered Sherman today in the sink, as his soil was looking a touch dry. Once he soaked everything up that he wanted, I gave him some sun time. I’ll be honest, he’s the easiest, most calm plant I’ve ever had to take care of.
Halsey:Have you taken care of a plant that wasn’t calm?
Blakely:A few. One of those Venus Fly Trap plants. They’re unruly and rude. And then there was this donkey tail succulent that would shed a tail anytime you looked at it. I swear to God, they just fell off. My mom was livid when she came home. I told her I didn’t touch the plant, that it was just revolting since she left. She didn’t buy it. Fun fact . . . I stroked one of its strands unknowing that the tails easily fall off and they nearly shattered to the ground. I was so horrified I tried to glue them back, but the plant wouldn’t let me.
Fuck . . . she’s cute. I move toward my suitcase for a pair of shorts as I type her back.
Halsey:Sherman is heartier than that. I don’t think you’ll have any problems with him.
Blakely:I sure hope not. I’d hate to mess up the only job I have when it comes to staying in this apartment. Which by the way, I had my friend Kenzie over and she was confused at first. She waslike...this is not a place she would ever picture me in. She liked it, but I’m more of a white walls, fluffy blankets kind of girl.
Yeah, I could have told you that. My apartment is not particularly welcoming or a place that I could see Blakely wanting to rent, which makes me think, should I add more than just curtains? Was Posey right about a rug? If I got a rug now, would it be obvious that I was trying too hard?
Probably.
I slip my shorts on and type her back.
Halsey:Feel free to change anything you want. I’m not much of a designer. I’m pretty sure I haven’t taken the tags off everything I’ve purchased.
Blakely:Like the whisk? I noticed. It’s okay, I don’t want to disturb your peace. I’m sure you enjoy the minimalistic look.
Halsey:I really don’t care. The only reason it’s so minimalistic is because I haven’t cared enough to do anything to the place. I don’t even have bookshelves for my books. Posey was disgusted when he saw my books stacked up.
I lean back on the mattress of my hotel bed, grateful for the departure from the air mattress back home. Those are made for maybe one or two nights, not as a regular bed, and I’m already feeling it.
Blakely:You don’t have shelves? Halsey Holmes, that’s sacrilege to a book lover. Don’t you know the essentials to anyone who loves to read is a bookmark, a favorite snack, bookshelves, and a guilty pleasure genre that you read and don’t tell anyone about?
Halsey:Guilty pleasure genre? I don’t think I have one of those.
Blakely:Liar. There has to be a type of book you like reading but are slightly embarrassed that you read it. For example, I don’t read much, but I am in the line of reading any autobiography from a reality show personality.
Halsey:Oh . . . well I guess there are a few things that I wouldn’t read in front of the guys. I like this one author,Lynsay Sands. She writes Scottish romances, and I can’t believe I actually typed that out to you, but yeah. There’s a series I like, one in particular where the heroine is shot in the boob with an arrow.
Blakely:Uh . . . pardon me?
