Page 112 of Baby, One More Time


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To Marissa:

Guess it’s nothing good

From Marissa:

My best friend pointed out that we’re basically in a relationship and the only thing missing is me allowing us to do the “fun stuff”

Even if I don’t suppose this is the reason she’s texting, I flirt a little.

To Marissa:

And you’ve decided to let us do the “fun stuff” now?

*cool face emoji*

From Marissa:

No

To Marissa:

Ouch

From Marissa:

I’m being serious

To Marissa:

Me too. Can I call you? I feel whatever this conversation is about, we shouldn’t have it via text

My phone rings a second after I send the text.

“Hey,” I pick up.

“I know I’m sounding irrational,” Marissa says, skipping the hellos. “I said I don’t want to get back together with you because I don’t know if I can trust you. And now I’m accusing you of being there too much, showing me how reliable you are.”

“Where are you?” I ask.

“In the back of a cab, keeping the driver entertained with all my crazy.”

“You want to talk when you get home?”

“Traffic’s horrible. I’ll be here awhile.”

“Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“We can talk now.”

A pause.

“I need a break.”

My heart sinks. “A break from what?”

“From our platonic relationship. It doesn’t matter if we’ve been avoiding the no-pants dance…”

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