My brows tug together.
Me:
Really?
Cedrick:
Really
Me:
That’s sad.
Cedrick:
There are lots of things that are sad and thats not one of em
There are worse things lol
What are you doin
I miss you
I blink at the rapid flip in conversation, how he goes from self-deprecating to moving the conversation to me, but I let him because obviously, he doesn’t want to talk about it.
Me:
You already know what I’m doing…
Cedrick:
Doesnt mean I dont want you to tell me
Me:
I’m sitting here talking to you because apparently I don’t have anything better to do with my day.
Cedrick:
Im that special huh
Me:
Apparently stalkers get special privileges.
Cedrick:
Not just any stalker I hope
Me:
Just the good ones.
Cedrick:
Im a good boy yay me
My face flushes seeing Cedrick call himself a good boy. It reminds me of when he called me one… of how much I liked it…
