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cowboy

it is now

we’re having a cast thing tonight and… I’m not a popular guy

Shocker

cowboy

could I convince you to come to an indie movie cast party?

My jaw practically hit the floor of my car as I read his last message. Before I had time to think of an excuse to decline, he’d sent me information and what time he’d pick me up.

A pool party.

AfuckingHollywood pool party.

In Seattle.

InOctober.

Abs-fucking-lutely ridiculous.

What did they evenwearto those things? Not that it mattered. I wasn’t going. I didn’t have to go. I could just… say no. I could text back a super polite “sorry, can’t make it” and go back to pretending my life wasn’t a sitcom.

But the invite sat there, glowing on my screen like a trap I very much wanted to fall into.

‘Call in a childhood crush favor,’ he’d said… like it was normal. Likewewere normal.

Like I didn’t already feel like I’d stepped into someone else’s life the second he opened that rental house door in hisCrocs.

I stared at my phone. Then at my closet.

Then at my phone again.

“Absolutely not,” I muttered.

Less than fifteen minutes later, I was tearing apart my laundrybasket looking for the one swimsuit that didn’t make me want to crawl into the sea and vanish.

I held up the black one-piece. Sleek. Structured. Modest. “This says: ‘I’m normal. I’m chill. I’m not here to seduce a man in Crocs.’”

Then I held up the wine-red two-piece. High-waisted, minimal coverage. A little vintage. A lot of boob. “This says… ‘I still got it, bitches.’”

I dropped both onto the bed with a groan. “This is so stupid. I’m talking to myself.”

It wasn’t like I was going toimpressanyone at an October Hollywood pool party. Not with my awkward jokes and half-dry hair and stress-sweat. And I wasn’t trying to impress Ansel.

I wasn’t.

Except maybe I was. Just a little. Maybe I wanted him to look. Just once. Just long enough for me to remember what it felt like to be wanted by someone whosaw me.

Quit it, Haddock.

Friends.

I just wanted a friend. I’m not in the market for anything more, andespeciallynot with Ansel Barlowe.

I had only twenty minutes left.