Five Feet Apart

To be fair, though, anything can be optional if you’re creative enough

“Let me guess,” she says, cutting me off. “You consider yourself a rebel. Ignoring the rules because it somehow makes you feel in control. Am I right?”
“You’re not wrong,” I shoot back before leaning against the wall casually.
“You think it’s cute?”
I grin at her. “I mean, you must think it’s pretty adorable. You stood in the hallway an awfully long time staring.”

Oddly enough, contemplating the afterlife seems easier right now.

My cheeks hurt from all this fake positivity, but I don’t want to ruin it for them.

My eyes travel down the long to-do list I made for myself this morning, starting with “#1: Plan to-do list,” which I’ve already put a satisfying line through, and going all the way down to “#22: Contemplate the afterlife.”

Bushel and a Peck.”

Way to bury the lead, dude.”

Bushel and a peck.”

real goody two shoes.

I know this is where I’m supposed to laugh, but I seem to have used up my pretending quota for the day, and it’s not even nine thirty yet.