Thin Ice

Chapter Seven

Devin:

    I wonder if I said the wrong thing as soon as the message sends. Was that too boring? Should I have asked another question? I settled on just hearting the picture because I didn't want to be weird, but was it weird to not say anything at all? I smack down onto my pillows and grab the charger beside my bed to plug my phone in.

    I had gotten home a little while ago and eaten dinner with my mom and dad. They didn't scold me much on being home late because I told them I was with a friend from school. My mom had smiled, and my dad just went back to playing sudoku on his phone. Throughout the entire dinner, my mom was trying to get me to talk about this new friend, but I gave her short answers because I don't think I'm ready to lie on the news that I have a random girlfriend.
Besides, then my mom would ask other questions like how we met, and when we got together, and other embarrassing things and I don't know how to answer any of that. How do you tell your mom that the most amazing girl is sort of pity-fake-dating you because you literally can't make a friend?

    Another thing I can't stop thinking about is that kiss. Was she actually serious? Does she want to kiss me? Is that why she said I could? Because she wants her perfect lips on mine that have minimal experience with locking with others?

    I groan, and I hear a high pitched meow in response. I sit up slightly, and watch as Smokey pushes her way through my door with her head, "Hey Smokey, come here," I pat my bed, and she runs over to hop on. It doesn't take long for her to lay by my leg, and I smile. I love my cat. I'm her favorite out of my whole family, which means that no one else loves her as much as I do and I'm ok with that. Smokey's my best friend, and if that makes me a sob story, I'm ok with that too. I reach down to give her a quick scratch behind the ears before returning to the dilemma of texting.

    Bubbles appear which means she's typing, and I hold my breath before realizing that's stupid of me, and I let the air go.

    [Cassie (Addams): Nothing much, lots of people are asking about you though. Maybe I should change your name to 'stranger' on my phone. No one knows who you are *insert spooky noises*]

    I laugh a little bit, then run my hand through my hair a couple times while thinking of a response.

    [Me: How many people? Also, I think that'd be fun, would anyone see your phone and question it?]

    [Cassie (Adams): A LOT. I'm being spammed as we speak. Also, Casey requested to follow me, this boy can not take a hint. And if anyone saw the name, it could be like a cute couple inside joke.]

    [Me: Is that good? Are you going to accept it? Should I change your name in my phone? It's just Cassie Adams.]

    [Cassie (Adams): It's really good, the word is getting out. As soon as people know it's you, expect lots of follow requests. You don't have to accept them, just do what makes you comfortable. I'm going to accept it so he can see you, unless you don't want me to?? Your call. Change it to Cass, or Big A- haha kidding. Is there some inside joke we have that could kind of relate?]

    [Me: Ok. You can accept it, it'd probably be good if you did. How about... ] I pause before sending the message. Processed cheese? No, that might hit a sore spot with the food. Ice Queen? That's just mean. Milkshake? That could be cute, right? I've never been good with nicknames. A part of me just wants to put "Cass" and call it a day. [Cass or Milkshake?]

    [Cassie (Adams): Cass with a heart]

    [Me: Ok.]

    [Cass <3: Are you going to post the picture??]

    [Me: Yah, give me one sec.] I quickly switch from messages to Instagram where I start a new story. I don't have a lot of people that I follow, just all the hockey guys, some people from school, and some members of my family. I try to keep it minimal with my social media posting, so the fact that I'm doing a story will probably cause a bit of a ruckus. I tap on the photo Cassie took and stare at it for a moment before posting it. It really is a good picture.