Just for the Summer (Part of Your World, #3)

by Abby Jimenez

Seriously. It’s all you can see. No sky, no water—just the Toilet King. All day. All night. Lit up when the sun goes down, it shines through the blinds. I work from home. I am in hell.

Kinda hilarious

Chad thinks this is the funniest thing that’s ever happened and he trolls me constantly, despite this being mostly his fault. He keeps sending me pictures of every Toilet King billboard, bus bench, and airplane banner he sees, which if you live in the Minneapolis/St. Paul area, you understand exactly how often this happens.

Okay awful

You’re ferrying women to their happily ever afters. You could charge for this shit.” “Oh, now you tell me,” I said, slapping the menu shut. “I could have used the extra twelve hundred bucks last month.” He flipped me off.

I know you say you’re best friends but this sounds like thinly veiled passive aggression - becoming famous for calling your friend an asshole and then him rehashing the toilet billboard and unwillingness to pay rent after leaving his friend hanging idk

He was right. Ever since I noticed the streak, there was always something… missing. Nobody ever felt right. Not enough chemistry or I just lost interest after a few dates. I didn’t think much of it. Just figured it wasn’t a fit.

Therapy time - this feels like self fulfilling prophecy more than anything, like he labeled the curse and has internally given up, and that the women learned to move onto to relationships where there was actually effort and hope but go off king

We’d just have to hang out a few times and then stop. That’s it. If what Brad said is true

Not to rag on Brad but he dated your ex, bailed on your lease and works at TJs not a therapist’s office so idk if he’s really a love expert

My mother was going to prison.

Oh lordt

Justin sent me a picture of a graphic. The second I opened it I almost choked on my laugh. So Justin Dahl has invited you to break a curse with him. Congratulations! We know that you have many options when it comes to curse breaking and choosing the right partner can be difficult, which is why we’ve gone the extra step and provided you with some reviews.

HA okay I fear this would work on me

She shook her head. “Med Surg and no Hawaii, just so you can break up with some guy.” “We’ve done stranger things.” “Yes,” she said. “Yes, we have.”

I sent the address of the mansion to Mom and saved her new number in my phone and set it down on the seat next to me.

Prediction: Mom shows up and is the perfect match for Mister in the mansion. (Edit: I’m so good at this).

I clicked on it and a survey popped up titled “Your Date With Justin.” I had to cover my smile with a hand. Congratulations on your upcoming date with Justin! Your preferences are important, so he’d like to know what you think. Please complete this questionnaire by 9:00 tonight.

Omg NERD

“I can’t believe you remembered. I can never remember anybody’s drink. I was a waitress once—I was so bad at it.” I felt the corner of my lip twitch up, despite myself. I cleared my throat. “Let me text her and tell her we’re on our way,” I said, pulling out my phone.

My guy is FUMBLING

“What?” I asked, looking back and forth. “Who is that?” A long, disbelieving pause. “That’s my mom.”

KNEW ITTTTT

It was strange how I realized I knew this, without ever consciously knowing it. The fading scent of roses would make me brace. Make me hyperaware of her comings and goings. Make me try harder to be less of a burden so maybe she wouldn’t feel the need to put me down again and go.

Ope abandonment isses

“Please tell me I don’t have to stay and watch you eat crustaceans with that woman. Let’s just go back to the island and you see her tomorrow or something when she’s done with what’s-his-face.” “I want to have dinner with my mom, Maddy.”

Ugh girl go to therapy, your mom sucks, and Maddy and her family took you in and put you on your feet, picking mom over her is such a slap in the face