Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
No. How many?
LOL a lot, that’s how many.
Wow, you learn something new every day.
Anything else you want to know?
Yes, actually. Why do you think your brother wants a girlfriend so bad?
I don’t think he wants one so bad. He hasn’t put in the effort to make me think he’s serious about it. I was more serious about it on his behalf than he was. But to answer your question…
I don’t think he’s as passionate about football as he was. Actually, I’m not sure it ever made him happy or if he was just doing it ’cause of our dad.
That’s really kind of…sad.
Yeah. If that’s really how he feels, he’s in a tough spot. But it seems like he’s on his way to figuring that shit out.
Is there anything you want to ask ME?
Hell yeah. Let me get my list…
Haha
Did you actually not like me when you first met me?
No, I did not. I thought you were obnoxious, and I thought you were doing it on purpose.
Nah, I wasn’t doing it on purpose. But I am actually obnoxious, so your feelings are valid. LOL
I appreciate that.
Next question: did you want to do something physical for our next date or something… cute. LOLOL
By physical, I’m assuming you mean MORE SPORTS?
It’s a rhetorical question, there is no right or wrong answer.
WHY DO WE HAVE TO KEEP DOING SPORTY SHIT?
Why are you yelling?
’Cause. You are walking me into a trap.
Might I remind you that the reason we’re doing sporty shit is ’cause you haven’t come up with a date idea yourself. And if you want to go paint shit, we can do that.
If I think of something creative, I’ll let you know LOL
See! Not my fault…
…
Question.
Yes?
Does sexting count as part of a sex ban?
LOL I don’t know. Should it count?
I don’t know. Should we vote?
This vote feels skewed…
Close your eyes and hold up your hand if you vote for sexting.
Is it SEXY to discuss sexting BEFORE sexting??
We already established neither of us is sending dick picks, so no worries, this is strictly above the shirt copping-a-feel.
Just above my shirt?
I mean. That’s negotiable but no pressure.
LOL how magnanimous of you.
Excuse me while I google what magnanimous means…
No worries. I didn’t know what it meant, either. I learned it in a kid movie.
forty-two
daisy
He is my favorite dirty thought.
I’m not at all surprised when my phone begins ringing mid conversation with Drake—nor am I surprised when I see his name pop up on my screen.
“Hello?” My brows are already raised when he wastes no time, saying,
“Question.”
I like this game.
“Go.”
“What are you looking for in a guy? To date, I mean.”
“You just randomly thought of this question and decided to call?”
At least he didn’t video chat me with no warning.
I’m in—big shocker—a hoodie and leggings, my bedhead in a tangled mess on top of my head.
“Just woke up from a nap and thought of it.”
I nibble at my bottom lip, thinking.
“Um, let’s see. What am I looking for in a guy?” I repeat the question to buy myself some time. “Someone reliable, I guess. I know you talked about your family and told me a bit about your dad, but I haven’t said much about mine.” Taking a deep breath, I go on. “My parents are great, don’t get me wrong—still married and all that—but to be honest, my dad isn’t a great partner? It’s hard to explain, but my mom does most of the parenting, and he wasn’t around much. Not because he was traveling or whatever but because he did his own thing.”
I feel guilty admitting that; kind of like I’m throwing Dad under the bus, even though it’s all true.
He wasn’t—and isn’t—the best partner. If Dad wants to go watch a football game at a sports bar, but my mom had made plans for them, he’ll always choose to do what he wants over spending time with her.
“I want someone to be there for me. I don’t want to do to parties or weddings by myself the way my mom always did.”
I can almost hear him nodding along as I speak, hearing it in his words when he says, “That’s a fair request.”
“I’m also… looking for someone funny—and handsome, obviously.” I smile at that, picturing him puffing out his chest.
“OH! I’m funny! And I’m REALLY good lookin’.”
“Modest, too!!!!” I tease because it’s so easy to tease him.
“It comes naturally.”
“Like everything else?” I’m teasing again, but he surprises me with his answer.
“Actually, no.”
“No?” I’m in the kitchen, leaning my hip against the counter, listening to him speak as I peel open a frozen pizza. Put it on a cookie sheet and pop it in the pre-heated oven.
I’m starving after class and can’t think of anything else to eat.
“No.” His voice is gravelly. “When I was younger—when we were kids, Drew was the better athlete, and it used to drive me crazy. He just had…more skill, you know? Natural ability. I had to work on mine. Nothin’ was easy. If he could get it in one hour of practice, I had to take three.”