Barlights

Out Of Service

I’m a terrible girlfriend.

I mean, who doesn’t reply whe their boyfriend tells them they love them?

Me, apparently.

As if that wasn’t enough, I even turned off my phone. I’m still lost as for why.

I have an idea! Let’s blame it on Vivienne!

Oh no you don’t.

Shut up.

I frowned. Apparently Vivienne wasn’t very happy today.

Did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed?

….

Fine, be that way.

I turned on my phone.

There were three missed calls from Nate and a couple of messages.

Nate: helloooo

Nate: I bet you’re out of service…

Nate: I’ll talk to you later, red

Nate: good morning!

I sighed deeply and it reply. Tell him the truth. That you got all freaked out because he said THOSE WORDS.

Scarlett: hey, my service was out!

Okay, fine, I didn’t tell him. Don’t judge me.

Nate: it’s fine

Nate: where are you?

Scarlett: sooomewheeerreee. Um,looks like virginia

Nate: I went there once. It was hot

Scarlett:  ikr!?

Scarlett: so… truth or dare?

Nate: hmm, truth

I gazed soulfully out the window for a minute.

Scarlett: did you mean what you said?

Nate: what did I say?

Scarlett: you know… that you loved me

I put my phone down for a millisecond and it dinged.

Nate: yes

!!!!

Like what.

Like double what.

LIKE TRIPLE WH-

Okay I’ll stop now.

I felt the urge to turn my phone off, but this entire I had been playing Temple Run and it was freaking addictive.

Well, this required some thinking.

I paused Temple Run and closed my eyes. Did I love Nate? Did I really, really love him?

Hell yeah I did.

I mean, I had known him for years before (tumblr and Google are beautiful things) and now that I actually, actually knew him, yes I did love him.

Scarlett: I love you too

Nate: <3

I gave a little fangirly squeal. Sometimes it dawns on me that it’s Nate Ruess, NATE RUESS, singer for fun. and The Format and ohmygodohmgod I’m dating Nate Ruess.