Keep telling yourself that.
you didn’t have to come back to the bar.
just like you could’ve had someone else bring me home
they’d been drinking
it was obviously going to be me
plus that guy was like 2 minutes away from explainingbitcoin to you
you seem awfully concerned about my date
you probably volunteered to bring me home
I feel like coach wouldn’t be the same if you went missing
i’m looking out for my season
you are a horrible liar
and you’re a lightweight
i think you were jealous
how many drinks did you have
I wasn’t jealous
sounds like something a jealous person would say
Lane: told you, looking out for my hockey season
whatever you say
and then whatever the fuck that was outside the door
I didn’t think he was going to bring it up. But there it is, staring at me, timestamped and everything. Trying to kiss me. I didn’t even consider that as an option when I sat in the car, pissed off that the guys cut my time to try and make Lane jealous short.
what do you mean?
you know exactly what I mean
not even a clue
why don’t you walk me through it
nothing to walk through
you should go to bed
quit telling me what to do
fine stay up all night and have the worst hangover of your life tomorrow
choice is yours
I did want to kiss him. I don’t know if it’s because I shouldn’t want him or if it’s more than that. He did bring me home, made sure I was safe. But maybe he is just looking out for himself? Or maybe this is simply what decent humans do for one another.
