Fletcher
Nope
Sorry
That’s what friends are for
Isabella
We’re not friends
Fletcher
That’s what you think
But you’re wrong
We’re gonna be the best of friends
Isabella
Goodbye, Fletcher
Fletcher
Talk to you later, bestie!
I’m onlyfive minutes into the latest rom-com when my phone buzzes twice on the nightstand. I groan as I roll to reach for it, expecting—and dreading—a work message at 10 p.m. But it’s not.
Fletcher
Seriously
Save me
Of course, it’s Fletcher. I had hoped the lengthy conversation he carried on earlier would’ve been the end of it, but I knew it wouldn’t. He seems… persistent. And I’m not too sure if I like that or not. I could lie and say I hate talking to him, but I don’t. It’s why I keep replying each time he messages. Even if I try to give him the vibes that I don’t. I’m trying to scare him off. He thinks I’m some unicorn of a woman, when really, I’m a flawed girl who feels like she has no idea what she’s doing just as much as everyone else. Maybe if he finally sees that, he’ll get over this fixation he has with me.
Isabella
Why are you texting me?
Fletcher
I’m bored out of my mind on this bus and Cooper is asleep on my arm
It’s got that whole pins and needles feeling because he’s cutting off circulation
I need my arm! My livelihood depends on it!
Isabella
Again
Why are you texting me?
Fletcher
I need my friend to entertain me!
