Caclass="underline" You’re right. I’m sorry. You’re my friend, and it was an asshole thing to do, and I’m sorry.
Grey: I like you, Calvin. I think you’re sexy and handsome and funny. Accept it and move on. And stop being an ass.
Caclass="underline" Have you always been this bossy?
Grey: Yes.
Caclass="underline" I like it.
Grey: I know you do. Why do you think I’m acting so bossy?
To: grevkeller0143@state.edu
From: cal.thompson04@smu.il.edu
Subject: Not that kind of trim work
Greyson. Going home this weekend to help my dad do some landscaping. My mom gets all weird about having all the shrubs and flower beds weeded and cut down before it gets cold out, so… just wanted to let you know. My folks get pissed when I’m constantly checking my phone. Disrespectful and all that shit. – Cal
To: cal.thompson04@smu.il.edu
From: grevkeller0143@state.edu
Subject: TWO WHOLE DAYS?
Calvin,
So what you’re saying is, you don’t want me to feel bad when you’re MIA for a few days? Aww, that’s sweet. Very considerate to let me know. I will admit that I have gotten used to talking with you during the day. Well, not “talking,” but you get my point. Does your sister have to partake in this landscaping torture, too?
Grey
To: grevkeller0143@state.edu
From: cal.thompson04@smu.il.edu
Subject: Evil Mastermind
Grey. Yes, everyone will be there. My parents are Equal Opportunity Sadists. But Tabby (aka: the smart one in this case) will throw a fit at some point and pick a fight so my mom yells and kicks her out of the yard. IT’S SO UNFAIR. She’s a genius. - Cal
To: cal.thompson04@smu.il.edu
From: grevkeller0143@state.edu
Subject: Why should Tabitha have all the fun?
Calvin,
Maybe you should beat her to it. Where are you from originally, anyway? I don’t think we’ve ever talked about it. My parents moved this summer from Lake Walton to another little lake community just south called Six Rivers. It’s also a resort town, but there’s tons to do there, which is a nice change. Lake Walton was pretty small—the closest Target was a day trip. Grey
Caclass="underline" You did NOT say Six Rivers.
Grey: Yes, why?
Caclass="underline" Take a wild guess.
Grey: SHUT UP. No way.
Caclass="underline" Yes way. Well, next town over. 20 minutes on a bad day.
Grey: There is NO WAY you live near where I live.
Grey: You know what this means, don’t you?!
Caclass="underline" That we can be best friends and do karate in the garage?
Grey: *crickets* That made absolutely no sense.
Caclass="underline" Never mind. It’s from a movie. LOL. Tell me what you were going to say before when you said, “You know what this means, don’t you?” and I so rudely made a movie reference.
Grey: Well, besides you being hopelessly clueless, this means we can be buddies during summer and the holidays and hang out! We can have drinks at that bar near the lake.
Caclass="underline" Sully’s on the Lake? It’s not near the lake, it’s ON the lake. LOL
Grey: See. This is why we need to hang out when we’re home.
Caclass="underline" What are the odds?
Grey: It’s fate.
Caclass="underline" Oh…. boy.
Grey: You can show me the sights. We can float on the lake.
Caclass="underline" Did you say FLOAT on the lake?
Grey: Yeah, you know, on rafts?
Caclass="underline" Ah, okay. So, literally floating. Will this floating require bathing suits?
Grey: Not necessarily.
Caclass="underline" Are you flirting with me?
Grey: I think it’s really sad you can’t tell when a girl is flirting with you. But since you asked, I wouldn’t dare. Remember the last time I tried that? #epicfail #sexybeast #angrycalvin
Caclass="underline" Fine. But in my defense, no one has ever called me sexy. I thought you were being a bitch.
Grey: You are LYING. How is that possible?
Caclass="underline" Which part? The sexy part or the bitch part?
Grey: You are getting sexier and sexier by the day. Sorry, but it’s true. Time to accept the facts.
To: grevkeller0143@state.edu
From: cal.thompson04@smu.il.edu
Subject: Warning! Warning!
Grey. As I suspected, my mom drove us nuts over the weekend with her demands. The woman is obsessed with mulching. And, as I predicted, Tabby picked a fight and Mom kicked her out of the yard. The brat winked at me as she fake stormed off. I can’t freaking believe my mom still falls for that bullshit. The good news is, all I had to do was drive the bobcat while my dad raked leaves into the shovel. What can I say about Sunday? For starters, my damn sister tricked me into telling her about you. I don’t know how she figured it out, but I must have been checking my phone about a hundred times—just in case you decided to send a message—and she caught me. When she tried stealing my phone and I pitched a bitch fit instead of letting her take it, she knew there was shit on here I didn’t want her to see. Boy, was she a pain in my ass. The entire day she tried to steal my phone. Wanting to see pictures of you. Asking a shit ton of annoying questions. If you get a friend request from Tabitha Thompson, would you do me a huge favor and DELETE IT?
What did you do this weekend? - Cal
To: cal.thompson04@smu.il.edu
From: grevkeller0143@state.edu
Subject: I consider creeping research.
Calvin,
In fact, I DID get a friend request from a Tabitha Thompson! LOL. No worries, I haven’t decided what to do about it yet. I did sneak onto her page, though. She looks awesome. Very beautiful. My objective, of course, was to find pictures of you. Très stalkerish of me, wouldn’t you say? Whatever. I got all giddy and girly over a few—the one of you in a tux for your senior prom? OMG. So handsome. And the one of you with your childhood dog? Must say, Calvin, I have something of a crush on you. I can admit that, right, now that we’re pen pals? Grey