Emma: We’re just hanging out! Why did you run out so fast?
Teresa: Because I just walked in on you guys MAKING OUT.
Emma: Ugh, sorry, I don’t know why I lied. His kisses make me a little loopy.
Teresa: Then tell him he’s in charge of putting a sock on the door. He seems responsible enough.
Emma: I’m sorry, we’re leaving! I thought you had practice until nine. Sorry, I’m a bad roomie.
Teresa: You’re fine, I’d just rather not walk in on that. Text me a heads-up when you’re gonna be macking on him in our room.
Emma: It won’t happen again!
Teresa: Yes, it will, but with a sock next time.
Emma: Okay, fine, with a sock. Does it matter what color it is?
Teresa: No.
Emma: I have some animal print ones. Would zebra be too scandalous?
Teresa: Any sock is fine.
Emma: Maybe we can use the green polka-dot toe sock. It’s kind of fun, plus I can’t find its pair.
Teresa: The type of sock doesn’t matter.
Emma: One more thing… How did we look together?
Teresa: What do you mean?
Emma: Like me and Noah… kissing. Did it look weird?
Teresa: What the hell are you talking about? It looked like two people kissing.
Emma: But it didn’t look like I was an octopus trying to suck his face off, right? I don’t know what my form looks like. Did it seem like Noah was into it?
Teresa: …
Emma: I mean, it felt like he was liking it, but you never know.
Teresa: Is he watching you text this right now?
Emma: No, he’s rearranging the pillows we were making out on.
Teresa: You looked good together. Really good. Like you belong together.
Emma: Thanks, roomie. :)
Teresa: Anytime.
Friday
Emma: How many of those fancy pens do you even have?
Noah: Not that many. Maybe seven.
Emma: Maybe? You mean you might have an extra ninety-nine-dollar pen lying around that you don’t remember buying?
