Easton:Can you blame me for being pissed right now?
Harper:I mean—I did you a favor, now you can do ME a favor.
Easton:I literally do not have time to be on a decorating committee.
Harper:You literally do, hockey season is over.
Easton:Ha, hockey season never ends—go ahead and ask my mom. LOL I train and I’m on the track team and I work out to stay in shape so I don’t shit the bed when I’m a freshman at college.
Harper:Wow. Shit the bed?? LOL
Easton:Don’t act offended, you swore at me twice last night.
Harper:I did not!!
Easton:You did! I counted. Anyway, that’s not why I’m texting you.
Harper:Are you going to make me scroll back and look at your original message?
Easton:No. The point was, I think we should have some rules. That should be in your wheelhouse, seems like something you like. Rules.
Harper:What makes you say that?
Easton:You’re a goody-goody, that’s why. The kind of girl who rats people out for cheating on a test or gets pissed in class because someone talks without raising their hand.
Harper:Well yeah, because you’re supposed to raise your hand.
Easton:Anyway. Rules.
Harper:Yes, okay. Go on about your rules…
Easton:Would you prefer GUIDELINES?
Harper:Whatever you prefer, these are YOUR rules.
Easton:So, I was thinking. Rule 1: No discussing this arrangement in public. At all. We can discuss it in private, behind closed doors ONLY, when no one else is around.
Harper:Ohhhh you plan on being alone with me, behind closed doors? Nice.
Easton:Shut up—that’s not what I meant.
Harper:I’m teasing OBVIOUSLY. Jeez.
Easton:Oh, now you know how to tease?
Harper:What’s your problem? Why are you being so salty?
Easton:Gee, I don’t know, only that one of my classmates is extorting me for her own nefarious purposes.
Harper:…
Easton:…what.
Harper:I’m unpacking all the big words you used in that sentence. I’m actually impressed.
Easton:**Ignoring your snark**
Harper:I agree to NOT discuss the AGREEMENT in any way, shape, or form in public, so help me gawd.
