Can't Text This (Texting, #3)

by Teagan Hunter

“Is Uncle Zach dying?” Xavie calls out from the living room. “We hope so! I think I’m in his will.” “Yay, money!”

Me: Is it possible to die from rolling your eyes so hard? Python: You texted back, so apparently not.

Python: Earlier today. I was minding my own business, just trying to get some work done, and BOOM, attacked. Me: Attacked how? One of the kids at EP? Python: No, it wasn’t one of them. Me: Then who? A parent? TELL ME, ROBBIE. I’m worried! Python: It was at this store. I was there to pick up a few supplies for EP and I ran into someone who’s…let’s say dangerous to me. Makes me lose my mind and do things I’m not usually prone to doing. Me: ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW? Me: UGH.

“No, you don’t get it. I can’t stop thinking about you, or your ass, your tits…your kissable-as-fuck mouth.” I chuckle at how far off this conversation just went, in typical Robbie fashion. “Or your off-the-wall personality and stupid sexy grandma outfits, which is kind of embarrassing if you think about it.”

I want more than that. I want stability. I want real. I want you.”