Like I’m not trying to go pro but man it’d suck if we got knocked out
Maybe TMI but I wanna puke
I grimace. “Very.”
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Yeah, I wanna cheer him up,” I say. “But that’s kind of hard to do from all the way over here.”
Laura nods.
“I could visit him?” I speculate out loud.
What?
Hello, intrusive thoughts.
Laura doesn’t seem to think so—she’s smiling. “Nowthat’sa good idea. You should do it.”
“Wouldn't that be clingy?”
“Clingy?” Laura scoffs. “Are you kidding me? Have you met Ian? If the roles were flipped andyouwere nervous, he would, I don't know, come home and feed you a seven-course meal he cooked himself.”
I snicker. Thatdoessound like something he would do. “You’re right.”
Today is Friday. There’s a game against Boston University College tomorrow, and then the team is coming back on Sunday.
I don’t have another exam until Wednesday.
My bank account is padded from my library job and the rent I’m not paying.
I can swing it.
“You know what, I think I’ll go to him,” I say.
“Ooh, make it a surprise,” Laura suggests. “He’s gonna love that. See if you can coordinate with Nick.”
Grinning, I grab my phone to do just that.
Grinning, I grab my phone to do just that.
Hey Nick, hope the road trip is going well. I was thinking of visiting Ian before the game against Boston tomorrow
Was hoping I could plan a surprise and get your help
Nick Russell
yo
that’s a great idea
Ian’s a lil stressed ngl so it’d actually be helpful if you visited
Yeah he was telling me
I’ll gets deets from coach but I’ll keep this a secret, hang tight
He texts back a few minutes later.
