“That’s perfect,” Kodi said as she lowered her phone. “Brooker, give Kean some space now.”
“Aw, but I —” Brooker started to say but I shoved him off me.
“Do you have somebody doing your socials or could you share this to your stories yourself?” Kodi asked Brooker, who pulled out his phone.
“I got it.” The two spent a few minutes tapping on their phones and since I felt left out, I pulled out mine, too, opening the Instagram app that I’d downloaded to see what Kodi was doing.
Actually, that was a lie, I downloaded it so I could look at her profile. Since she wanted to do this for a living, I thought her personal page would be curated, styled. But instead, it was more like a shared diary. She posted about anything fun going on in her life, from nights out with friends to nights in with her cat, Nico. Her profile was a look into her life that, if she had remembered I was her friend, I would be privy to. Instead I was scrolling through her page like a stalker.
Her latest post was from just a few minutes ago, of her in front of the beach, talking about being excited for today’s charity game. She looked cute, happy, and carefree, hair flowing in the breeze.
So I liked it. That’s what you do with these things, right?
At least that’s what I thought until Kodi’s head shot up.
“Are you on your account?” she asked, staring at me with a furrowed brow.
“Yeah. It’s mine.”
“Well, yeah, but why’d you like my post?”
“That’s what social media is for … right?”
“Oh, dude, you liked her post standing right next to her?” Brooker asked, whistling afterwards.
“You both were doing social shit, too.”
“Language,” Brooker said in his best Christenson impression.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Kodi said softly, putting an arm on my bicep, making me mentally melt. “I was just surprised you were using the account.”
“I bet he felt left out.”
I couldn’t exactly argue with him, so I just shrugged.
Kodi squeezed my arm before letting go and saying, “Thanks for the like, Kean. Now y’all should get going, the kids’ll be here any minute and I wanna get a good spot to get pictures.”
She took off towards the stands, leaving the two of us standing on the sidelines.
“Oh damn, I didn’t realize you were likeactuallydown bad for her.”
“I’m not down bad.” I shoved him and turned to look for the coach.
“Don’t lie to me, you’re fully smitten for this girl. Like this is more than just a nostalgia crush. Youlikeher.”
“I don’t really know her. Or at least not who she is now.”
“Sure, but like, you want to, right?”
I looked back over my shoulder at Kodi, who held up her phone, pointed at the goal, squinting at her screen before moving a few inches to the left. She might be pissed at me and my childish antics, but she was putting her all into promoting this event.
“Obviously I do. I just … fuck up with her all the time. There’s no helping it.”
“Well, maybe there is,” Brooker said, putting an arm around my shoulder.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I shoved his arm off me.
“That I’m gonna help you. You’re clearly helpless with these kinds of things and Kodi not remembering you makes it all the more awkward. So I’ll help.”
