I didn’t mind it at all, to be honest. xxx18 I opened the front door, sat in the seat, and closed the door, clicking the seatbelt. “Did you try the cig?”
“Yeah,” I said, “It was okay I guess. She posted it, showing my obnoxious gang sign. Wow, I thought, I made her come. I wish we had a meeting right now.”
I closed my eyes. I clicked reply, and texted, “Yeah, I’m dying right now.”
I saw Dave and Greg walking back to my car, and saw her text, “Wanna chill?”
I looked at the phone. Please. “Y—Yeah. Please, please, go back and read the first 2 parts. Please. Kinda.”
“Here. My sister used to be a huge pothead.”
We drove to a Starbucks, and I bought her a latte. I took off my hoodie, exposing my tee.
