“Mal, this room is a vibe,” a voice tells me from the bed. “You’re really coming up in life, bitch. And all because I pushed you to embrace the important cause of gluten sensitivity.” I close my eyes. Take a deep breath. Open them again. And whimper, more than ask: “Easton?”
i’m sorry but if my friend just ignored me for 2 months and then only showed up the day before i play the World Championship i’d be so annoyed
