I'm Not The Only One (Scomiche)

15: Promise

"Too much of a good thing won't be good for long."

Good Thing by Sam Smith

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I yawned then stretched my neck and limbs. I have been sitting in front of the computer for far too long, looking at a blank screen and trying to come up with words for the new article I was assigned. I have hit delete countless times and have said goodbye to thousands of words, none of which seemed right. I was in bad need of a break so I opened the chat.

Mitchy: "Hey, bitchez."

Princess: "Hi, cupcake."

Mitchy: "Where's the rest? #needy"

GoBS: "Someone send help. My writer button is broken."

Mitchy: "Ha! The #synergy is SO real. I think you're in my head. I've been deleting, too!"

Satan: "Shoot me. I fucking hate this day. I'm running on 6 hours of sleep in 72 hours."

Princess: "*shoots Lia*"

Satan: "Thanks, babe."

GoBS: "Moment of silence for all the words that will never see the light of our magazine."

Mitchy: "*virtually reaches out for your hands*"

Princess: "*plays In The Arms of An Angel as background music*"

Satan: "Okay so now that I've been shot and we've mourned the lost words, what's up, Mitchy?"

Mitchy: "I'm bored and stuck and I fucking hate this fucking article."

Satan: "*takes screenshot, sends to Sherry*"

Mitchy: "Thanks, Lia. And fuck you."

Satan: "You're most welcome, babe."

Princess: "Well, my article is far from finished so I think my button is broken, too."

GoBS: "I'm having Chinese delivered. Do you wanna have dinner here and let's all NOT write together?"

Princess: "Where's Chadd?"

GoBS: "Flew out this morning for work. The usual."

Mitchy: "I'm in. Dumplings, please, and thank you."

Satan: "Not sure what I want yet. If I think of something I'll call you on the way. See ya latah, aligatahs!"

Princess: "Chicken anything. Surprise me. Be there soon."

GoBS: "Got it. Laters, loves."

Forty minutes later, I was ringing the doorbell to Brookes and Chadd's apartment. Lia answered the door and let me in. We walked towards the living room where the other girls were already eating. The couch and coffee table had been pushed to the side and Brookes and Caty sat cross-legged on the floor, carton on one hand, chopsticks on the other.

"Mitchy!" greeted Caty chirpily.

"Hi, babe," Brookes welcomed me before popping a chunk of chicken into her mouth. "Your food's on the table."

I went ahead and grabbed my carton then settled in between Caty and Lia.

We all sat in a circle, eating in comfortable silence, until Lia spoke up.