Chapter 22

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"Do you uh do you want something to drink?" Michael asked, letting go of me.  "Cola?" It came out more as an question. I sit down on one of the couches and waited for Michael to come back with our drinks. Ones he did he handed me my drink and sat down on the other couch, taking a sip of his drink. We sat there, not saying anything, occasionally taking a sip of our drinks. My phone, which was laying on the table, lighted up at the same time as Michael taking his phone out of his pocket.

Baby giggles: what's going on in there?

Baby giggles: why aren't we hearing anything?

I looked over at Michael, he was typing something.

Bitch: what are you expecting to hear?

Baby giggles: idk like screaming or something

Bitch: what the fuck

Baby giggles: not like that!

Baby giggles: like from happiness and like you screaming he's a dipshit

Baby giggles: and don't swear!

Bitch: says the one who named me bitch in his phone

Baby giggles: shut up you are a bitch

Bitch: wow thx man

Baby giggles: just talk to the green dipshit

Bitch: bye bitch

Looking up again, Michael was still typing. "So, uhm" I tried, damnit why can't I just talk to him? Why is it so hard?

Michael5sos:
We texted everyday for so long, you're like my best friend... That I had never met before

Michael5sos:
And I'm ducking nervous, just like you. Why is it so easy to type but so hard to speak

Jade-j&j:
@michael5sos same, but I'm not ducking nervous... I'm fucking nervous

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