Olive
I don’t know, depends on if a certain guy wants to take me out or not.
What’s his name? I’ll kick his ass.
Olive
Some guy named Sam. Jury’s still out on whether I like him or not.
Oh, that guy. Well, the whole town heard you scream his name the other night while he tasted you. That has to mean something, right?
Olive
SAM!
See, still screaming it.
Olive
Okay, mister. What’s on Saturday?
Pumpkin carving with my family. We usually have a bonfire too. Want to come?
Olive
I would love to, but can we make it more than once this time?
Now whose mind is in the gutter? Pick you up at five thirty, babe.
Olive
Sounds like a date.
It is. Gotta get to work, I’ll call you later.
Olive
XOXO!
twenty-one
Olive
An Indecent Pumpkin Seed
14 Days Until Halloween
“Not again. I swear this woman is relentless,” I whine to Ariella while my phone rings again on the dresser. Part of me does miss my mom, but I also don’t want to deal with what she will undoubtedly say if I pick up.
“She’s still calling?” Ariella looks unamused by my mother’s attempts to get in touch with me.
“She probably just wants to scold me for throwing her out of my house or tell me how Ted is moving on.” I toss the third shirt I’ve tried into the growing heap on the chair in my room.
“Who’s Ted?”Of course that makes her perk up.
“Theodore, but Sam sarcastically called him that and it feels kind of fitting,” I say, explaining the new nickname for the one person my mother has always seen as my future husband. Theodore and I grew up together. Anne has always had her heart set on a lavish wedding with me in a poofy dress and my bank account with an extra four zeroes. But Ted is gross. He thinks he’s a gift to women everywhere with his slicked-back hair and grabby fingers.
“Ugh, that guy. Yuck. Ted is a perfect name for him. Can you pick a shirt already? I need to get out of here or Sam is going to accuse me of cock-blocking him again.”
