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I wish she felt it too and wanted to go out with me for real, but this could be my way in with her. My original plan was to give it a day or two and then call and ask her out to dinner, but this could work too.
Maybe it is a good idea, though. It would probably help me get Anson and Lottie off my case.
Still, I should probably know what I’m getting myself into.
“Why do you want a fake boyfriend?” I ask her, even though I want to agree on the spot.
“I… I need my parents to get off of my case, and I’m hoping they’ll stop setting me up with guys named Tripp.”
“Who’s Tripp?” I ask, getting instantly jealous of a guy I’ve never even met.
“The latest guy in a long line of pretentious dicks that my parents have been trying to set me up with,” she says with a long, drawn-out sigh.
“And you don’t want any of them?”
I know the answer, but I need to hear her say that.
“God, no! They’re all so dreadful.”
She’s still slurring her words, so I lay down a new challenge instead of saying yes.
“Alright, if you remember this conversation in the morning, I’ll be your fake boyfriend.”
“Deal,” she says, sounding sleepy.
“Goodnight, Quinn,” I say, grinning as I end the call.
Man, I hope she remembers this.
I hop in the shower, quickly rinsing off before I practically inhale a sandwich and crash into my bed. When I fall asleep, for the first time in a long time, it’s with a smile on my face.
FOUR
Quinn
I groan as I roll over in bed the next morning. I’m not really a drinker, but when I got home last night, it just seemed like a good idea.
What started as me just needing some liquid courage to work up the nerve to call him and tell him about my plan kind of got away from me. By the time I actually did call, I was a little more than tipsy.
Still, when I wake up the next morning, the first thing I think about is him and our phone call last night.
He didn’t outright tell me no or laugh in my face. That has to be a good sign, right?
I chew on my bottom lip as I debate if I should call him again now or wait until later. I still think it’s a good idea, but I’m not feeling as confident this morning as I was last night.
Maybe that will change once I get rid of this pounding headache.
I find the courage to crawl out of bed and head into the bathroom. I spend my time in the shower trying not to throw up. When I stumble out of the shower and get a look at my reflection, I feel like heading back to bed.
I’m so pale that I look like death. Dark circles are under my eyes, and I sigh as I splash some cold water on my face.
Maybe going back to bed isn’t a bad idea. It’s not like I have anything else going on today.
I need to get more pictures for my blog. I’ve been trying to find unique and trendy spots to feature in the area since I don’t feel comfortable traveling solo just yet.
I had planned to go down to Chinatown to look around with my camera, but being anywhere near the sun right now seems like a terrible idea.
I crash back down onto the mattress, wrapping the blanket around my naked body as I burrow under the pillows.
