Eeeeeeeeekkkkkk, well the pool sure was looking good today! We did in fact run into the Hull fellas, and I have to say that, um, Jake… The axe man…. Jake…. Is just about the finest specimen I’ve laid eyes upon over the past few YEARS. He’s got that swarthy quality, black hair a little shaggy, a tendril or two, 5’o’clock shadow, tan… A TAN.
I swear I moved here just for the dudes.
Jake and I chatted. Krissie said she’d hook it up.
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Anyway, I had to peace from the pool because Mon-Mon texted saying she needed to get into the apartment.
“Krissie! I have have to leave.”
“Charliiiiiiii, NOoooooo!! Stay! Why are you going to leave??” she tugged on my forearm, linking arms with me. “We’re just about to seal the deal with these three dudes, one for each of us!” she muttered out of the side of her mouth.
“Sorry, gal, Mon was at the doctor and she needs to get in my house. She doesn’t have keys.”
“Ugh, FINE, go!”
I make the 15 minute walk back to my apartment, expecting to find Monica waiting on the stoop. The block is a ghost town, as usual. I stand on the stoop and look around. I look at my phone. No texts. I call Monica. Straight to voicemail.
I walk up to the second floor and enter my bedroom through the stairwell.
“Charli,” Mon raises an arm from the bed. She’s in a ruffly cotton tank top nightgown, covers at her waist. “Blake let me in.”
“I solved all the problems.”
“Oh yeah?
“Yeah…. The doctor gave me an inhaler and I deleted my Myspace.”
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