Ellie:I’d love to see you, my darling David
Ellie:Name a time and place.
David:Any chance you’d come over to Griffin’s and hang with us like we used to?
David:Enough time has passed that it’s not weird, right?
David:I miss the band :(
A wave of nausea floods my body as I force myself to type out the words.
Ellie:David, he doesn’t want to see me
Ellie:We haven’t spoken in two years
Ellie:There’s no reunion tour this time
David:That’s not true
David:He called you in March for a reason, even if he said it was mistake
David:What is it with you guys and saying that shit to each other?
My eyes widen in shock. I had no idea he told David about it. Or anyone, for that matter. I certainly didn’t.
David:If he says yes, will you come?
Ellie:Leave it alone, David
Ellie:Don’t ruin his summer on day one by dragging me into it
I don’t bother waiting for a reply before putting my phone on silent and setting it on my bedside table. I don’t need to see it in writing that Griffin doesn’t want to see me.
“Are you fucking kidding me,” I mutter as my phone buzzes on the hard wood. I should have expected it–David notoriously (and shamelessly) refuses to accept the end of a conversation.
With an annoyed huff, I roll over to grab my phone, but when I see the notification my breathing stops.
Griffin:Howdy Eleanor
This must be a dream. I must have fallen asleep.
Ellie:Hi Griffin
I’m starting to feel lightheaded–I think my body has forgotten how to breathe.
Griffin:So you’re home for the summer?
My breathing resumes in shallow, anxious inhales.
Ellie:Yes, I got home a few days ago.
Ellie:You?
Griffin:Yup.
I desperately try to scrounge up a follow-up question when another text comes through.
Griffin:Well not just for the summer
