Chapter 3 (Text Convo)

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So it took my phone awhile to turn on and by the time it did guess who had already texted me....

Dalton: So I found you Spotify account.

Okay.... that may seem a bit creepy but in all fairness it is linked to my phone number.

Me: And.....

It was only seconds until the ... image appear to show that Dalton was typing. Then he sent about 10 different messages.

Dalton: You got great taste. 

Dalton: My Chemical Romance

Dalton: Green Day

Dalton: All Time Low

Dalton: Fallout Boy

Dalton: The All-American Rejects

Dalton: The 1975

Dalton: Blue October

Dalton: Daughtry 

Dalton: I don't think I'll have to make my own playlists ever again.

Me: Well enjoy them. I know I do.

Dalton: Will do.

I didn't respond and began getting ready for bed when all of a sudden my phone lit up in my pitch black room. I reached over and brought it closer to me.

Dalton: So would you be interested hanging out tomorrow?

Me: What do you have in mind?

Dalton: Does a Mario Kart Showdown tickle your fancy?

Me: Boy is it getting hot in here?

Dalton: So that's a yes?

Me: Of course it's a yes. But be prepared to get your ass beat.

Dalton: Suggestion Taken hot shot

Was this going to far? I mean I don't want him to think I'm available. Well I mean once I again if I jump to conclusions and he isn't really flirting I could lose the opportunity for a friend. He was my shot at getting to know this town and besides he seems cool. The only problem is Alex. He has always been the jealous type. I know it's just his love for me, and plus it's kinda cute how much he cares. But maybe I won't tell him about Dalton and won't tell Dalton about him. Not yet anyway. 

Speak of the Devil guess who decided to check in?

Alex: How's it going baby girl?

Me:  Great! We almost have everything unpacked!

Alex: Glad to hear it! I miss you already

Me: Miss you too

Alex: Well, I just wanted to tell you goodnight

Me: Aww Well goodnight!

Alex: I love you

Me: Love you too

Dalton: So... How's noon I'll order a pizza.

Me: Sounds perfect.





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