Us (Him, #2)

by Sarina Bowen

Clearly my new neighbor has made it his mission in life to bond with me, because he yanks the buds out of my ears.

I'd throw hands over that

“Mom?” I croak. Okay—I’ve never called her that. Not once. Don’t know why I did it now.

I'm cryinggg that's so cute

Brought you your jim jams.” He holds up a duffel bag. “The super let me into your apartment. I didn’t know which toothbrush was whose, so I just brought everything.”

I love Blake so much

“Blake.” He stops. “Yeah?” “Stop. Fucking. Talking.”

Hahahaha

“You didn’t tell me he had a headache!” “I didn’t know!” “What kind of nurse are you?” “The kind who plays hockey!”

They are totally gonna fuck

“How did you get in?” I slur from the couch. “Made myself a key,” Blake says, dropping it into his pocket.

He's my favorite character

“His home is Toronto. With us.” “Us, huh?” “Yup. You and J-Bomb are my best friends. We’re the three amigos.”

I LOVE BLAKE

I wonder if he knows I have a fetish for his hands?

Oh he knows

Blake orders the rack of lamb, and I can’t help but be surprised. “You know that’s a sheep, right?” He looks at me like I have an IQ of fifty. “Dude. The best defense is a great offense.”

This inside joke is getting insane

And that’s how Canning and I came to have a big framed photo on our living room wall featuring the entire Toronto team dressed in very loud gingham.

Amazing. 10/10. No notes.