I would leave the chat but will you let me?
Rookie:
My head hurts. I need to throw up.
Theo-who-won’t-shut-up:
SPUDDY BOY I’M SORRY!!!!
YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEND!!
COME BACK :( :(
Rookie:
I’m not your best friend?
Theo-who-won’t-shut-up:
One of, kid
This isn’t a monogamous situation
Rookie:
Kid? I’m only three years younger than you.
Theo-who-won’t-shut-up:
But you’re a rookie
Hence, kid
Mateo:
Stop fucking texting me. I’m trying to meditate.
Theo-who-won’t-shut-up:
Is Cal with you?
DON’T HANG OUT WITHOUT ME!
*Mateo has left the chat*
*Rohan has left the chat*
***
“This isn’t real. I’m going to wake up now.”
Alia and I observe Theo pacing back and forth, mumbling nonsense under his breath. He turns, opens his mouth, and stops when his gaze lands upon the bed Alia and I shared last night—a bed that looks like it’s been party to a host of boisterous activity.
In hindsight, when the hotel called a couple minutes ago to apologetically reveal they’d burned my pantswhile ironing them, I should’ve asked them to buy me a new pair. I’d have paid them of course. But, with a flight to catch and a chunk of my morning spent kissing Alia like it’s my last day on Earth, I’d run out of time. Which led to an SOS call to Theo who, along with my jeans, has also brought his lumbering presence right here.
He presses two pointers into his forehead as he continues to mutter to himself, making Alia throw a worried look at me.
For the third time since he saw us together, he barks, “The fuck were you thinking?”