I know a lot of random facts.
RenegadeRush
Okay, well I used to be low-key worried about it. I am now extremely worried about it. Can I count on you to be my alibi?
ChaosQueen
How would that work, exactly?
RenegadeRush
Maybe I text you every morning with my schedule so you know where I am at any given time. If I’m ever framed for murder, you could turn our messages over to the police as proof I didn’t do what they’re accusing me of.
ChaosQueen
I’m not a lawyer, but I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t hold up in court.
“Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, this man couldn’t possibly have committed murder because he told a stranger on the internet whose real name he doesn’t even know that he wasn’t at the location of the crime.”
RenegadeRush
Fuck, you’re right.
Okay, new plan. We learn each other’s names and meet in person. That makes it far more likely you could serve as a solid alibi.
ChaosQueen
Hard pass, football guy.
RenegadeRush
Can’t blame a guy for trying.
Will you at least come visit me in prison? I won’t be able to text because they confiscate phones, and I would be total shit at doing whatever one must do to get a contraband phone in the slammer.
ChaosQueen
I think that really depends.
RenegadeRush
On what?
ChaosQueen
On how good your question is tomorrow.
“Ty, where the fuck are you?” My front door opens and closes, and my cousin Jack Parker’s voice filters down the hall.
“Living room!” I yell.
“You ready to go?” I glance up as Jack strolls into my living room, followed by Cam and Drew.
“Two minutes,” I say without looking up from my screen.
RenegadeRush
I promise it will be the best question to ever question.
