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“Justin’s his best friend. He can’t believe we’re not going to work it out. So he gave us each a ticket to today’s game, I guess hoping we’d somehow make up in time to go? Or just show up and find our way back to each other by the end, like we’re in Parent Trap and he’s Lindsay Lohan?” “Your brother has the hair and freckles to be Lindsay, but not the gravitas.”
He turned away, putting his hand up like he was calling for time, wiping at his eyes with the sleeve of his jersey. Is he crying? He’s crying. This guy is getting paid millions of dollars to suck and he’s crying. There’s no crying in baseball!
YES THERE IS
“They did, actually. Five to three. Not bad. The guy you hate scored a run in the second inning, and then put down a sac bunt in the ninth for the tying RBI.” “I don’t hate him,” Daphne said. “Sorry,” Donovan said, putting his phone back in his pocket. “The guy you reduced to tears. Better?”
“I hate that I’m not there. I hate that I can’t really see you, and talk to you, and tell you what that message and all the others since have meant to me. Not interesting or charismatic? That guy is a troll. I hang on every single word you say. And more importantly, Duckie, you have a good heart. You reached out to me when you didn’t even know me, just because you saw I was hurting.”
She should’ve taken that as her cue to shut up, but for some reason, she couldn’t stop the words coming out of her mouth even as her brain looked on in aghast horror.
Relatable
“What—” she started to say, but she didn’t get the words out before he took her face in his hands and kissed her. And oh, did he kiss her. It was a toe-curling kiss. A just-got-back-from-war kiss.
“Chris Kepler cried again, this time on the heckler’s Chris Kepler shirt, a breakdown.”
“But wouldn’t it be better—” “No.” Layla cut her off without even letting her finish. “It would not be better. Look, what you did was—I don’t even know. I don’t know what would possess you to stay anonymous in the first place, and then I really don’t know what would possess you to start a real-life relationship with the same person you catfished. That’s some Theranos-level shit.”
hahahahaha THERANOS LEVEL SHIT
Sometimes when he touched her he felt like he could die, and that would be all right.
“What exactly did I say?” he asked. “When I was drunk.” “Like I said, it was all garbled. But basically, that she’d lied to you and you didn’t know who she was.” Randy paused, as if considering his next words. “And that you really, really loved her. You said it hurt, how much you loved her.”
“I said some things that day that I really regret,” he said. “And I didn’t say some other ones that I regret even more. I do love you, Daphne. I fell in love with you twice—first with your words and your kindness and the way talking to you always felt like the best surprise and the greatest comfort all at the same time. Then I fell in love with you—with your laugh and your generosity and the way you make everything else brighter. You’re the book I want to reread. For the rest of my life.”
