DONOVAN:Wait, are you telling me you’ve never done it up against a wall?
CARRIE:As I said—checking out now.
DONOVAN:How about a window?
CARRIE:I’m sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable!
DONOVAN:A tree, at least?
CARRIE:Make it stop! Delete my number, pretend we never met. I’m begging you!
DONOVAN:So basically, no vertical surface of any kind at all?
CARRIE:You know what you need? A girlfriend.
Donovan:When are you back?
CARRIE:Never.
DONOVAN:Because I’m thinking—You + Me + Wall = Good Times.
So let me ask again—when are you back?
CARRIE:Actually, I’ve decided to drop out and become a country star. It was nice knowing you.
DONOVAN:Sunday night?
CARRIE:I’m a country boy, I’ve got a 4-wheel drive…
DONOVAN:You know I could make your life hell, right?
CARRIE:Believe it or not, I *did* already know that.
DONOVAN:According to Google, I can be there in under two hours.
There’s only one Wolinski in Cincy. Tell your mom I’m on my way.
CARRIE:I’m back Monday morning!
DONOVAN:There’s a good girl. Enjoy your weekend.
CARRIE:You know, I can actually picture the face you’re making right now.
DONOVAN:This face?
I take a quick selfie of my smile, and when she sends back a close-up of her middle finger, I laugh out loud.
DONOVAN:Amazing profile pic!
CARRIE:Have a great weekend. Hope the wait isn’t too hard.
You have no idea.
I tug at my waistband and watch her go offline.
I swipe back over to her photo and snicker to myself, before saving it to my phone. Locking my bedroom door, Lewis’s secret code springs to mind. I’m going to have to look for something on my desk right now. And I don’t think it’s going to take me too long to find it.
AS SOON AS I WAKEup, I shoot her a message, but her phone must be off because it stays undelivered.Fuck. I liked texting her—how am I supposed to last a whole weekend?
