Play Me

by Adriana Locke

My phone is propped up against a bottle of lotion with a video from the team chat playing on the screen. Nico and Ridge are together, presumably at one of their homes. Nico is wearing an Easter bunny outfit minus the head. Ridge dons a beekeeper’s veil and gloves. They each have a hula hoop, one pink and one purple, and are cracking each other up in a contest that involves hopscotch, a swimming pool, and a unicorn raft.

This had me laughing the visual.

“I have to be.”

I feel this.

Magnolia Peace Accord,

Picture Gate.

Me: I hate you a smidgen less. Gray : Don’t. You’re buying my lunch while we’re there, and I eat. A lot. Me: Never mind. I hate you the same. Gray : Thank God. “Asshole,” I say, grinning as I leave the facility.

There relationship transition was my favorite part.

It makes perfect sense that we’d naturally be led to our person because the universe has a way of pulling things together with some mystical, magnetic power that I don’t understand. I see it all the time.

Cottage cheese and peaches, assholes and politics, cats and laptops. Take one look at a small child and a mud puddle, and the point is proven.

I love these!