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Chapter 8 - Many Meetings

Entry 23 - Sophylia's Journal:

April 4

FL: bucket of fried chicken

I feel so weirdly depressed that I'm writing in you again. London has been mostly fun, I guess. Arguably, the highlight or the lowlight of the trip is coming right after I close this document and walk out of the apartment: because Marcus has miraculously found a certain 'The Record Lows' playing at a bar tonight, so we immediately decided on that for dinner. We've ordered in Indian food for Jason, and despite my love for curry, the waft is nauseating. Maybe because I feel like I could be sick at any moment. What if he's there, and he sees me? He knows how I look like thanks to my clumsiness, what if there's a scene? Anyway, I've convinced myself I must go. I made a terrible mistake, and I'm in for some atonement.

summergirl98: I see him.

lilybug: Gareth?

summergirl98: no, 'Danger', which apparently isn't his name.

lilybug: Tell. Me. Everything.

You have sent a chat request to luckyguy96!

You have added luckyguy96 to the chat!

summergirl98: just saw this guy play at a bar, he was pretty good. Apparently his name is Nicholas

luckyguy96: what's your point?

summergirl98: why would you lie about your name? I've been completely honest with you.

luckyguy96: Don't.

summergirl98: don't what?

luckyguy96: don't think we're even because we're not.

summergirl98: you know, come to think about it, I think I'm at least slightly justified to have said whatever I may have said, because you literally gave me nothing about yourself, no pictures, nothing while I allowed myself to open up slowly to you.

luckyguy96: what's your point again?

summergirl98: well I'm sorry, and I think I deserve to be forgiven.

luckyguy96: I wrote a song about you.

summergirl98: .. okay?

luckyguy96: it's called 'Bitch Had A Drop To Drink'

summergirl98: sounds like a hit to me

luckyguy96: I'm still mad you know.

summergirl98: madly attractive, arguably.

luckyguy96: Keep going.

summergirl98: well you're going to have to invite me backstage to meet you first

luckyguy96: man, you're a bold one

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luckyguy96: wow... you have a really protective brother

summergirl98: is that seriously the first thing you have to say about the last 3 hours?

luckyguy96: you have a nice rack?

summergirl98: fuck you

luckyguy96: you know, I don't blame your brother. I would feel the same if I had a sister who went up to some random guy and sat on his lap with a dreamy look in her eyes.

summergirl98: those were NOT dreamy eyes!

luckyguy96: hahaha please

summergirl98: i still want to know, why didn't you ever tell me your name was Nicholas?