Messages
Samantha Zhao
———Saturday, February 22, 8:43 AM———
Allyson: Are u up?
Allyson: Hello... Sammy... Are u up?
Allyson: GET UP and wish me a happy birthday, you lazy b-yatch!!!
Samantha: omg, lol. Was I not the first (at 12:01) to wish you a Happy Fifteenth??? (Yes, I believe I was. Why r u so needy?) Happy Birthday, you bossy ho!!!
Allyson: Guess who showed up at my house at 7:55 AM?
Samantha: Dodge?!
Allyson: Yes! I went to the door in my PJs. I was so excited I forgot to put on a bra! I had to make him wait while I went back up the stairs.
Samantha: lol. Gift?
Allyson: YES!!! He brought me a cupcake — made by his grandmother — but he decorated it himself with like an entire pack of RAISINETS!
Samantha: That's adorable! Pic?
Allyson: No, I ate it immediately — like a total pig — while he stood there laughing.
Allyson: But yes, it was adorable. Dodge is ADORABLE. I gave him a thank-you hug and he was all awkward and nervous like he was afraid to put his hands on me. In my head I was screaming, JUST FREAKING KISS ME ALREADY!!! Why won't he kiss me?
Samantha: Why don't you kiss him?
Allyson: I totally should! We're supposed hang out later, walk to the lake or something. I could do it then, right?
Samantha: Yes. Dear God, please! We'll all be dead and decomposed by the time Dodge works up the courage to make the first move!
Allyson: haha. (Funny, not funny) Thanks for the moral support, beeeyaaatch.
Samantha: Any time, birthday ho. Now, hurry up and go take that "walk" so you can report back with the DETAILS! ;)
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Allyson In Between ✔︎
Teen Fiction|| WATTYS 2021 SHORTLIST || Hindsight isn't always twenty-twenty. A head injury has left a critical gap in seventeen-year-old Allyson's memory, so she barely recognizes her little sister, Lindsay, who's grown sullen and antisocial. What happened to...
