Fangirl

It had gotten easier to write on paper, though Cath still missed her keyboard.… “I need to cut and paste,” she’d say to Nick. “Next time,” he’d say, “bring scissors.”

“I feel sorry for you, and I’m going to be your friend.” “I don’t want to be your friend,” Cath said as sternly as she could. “I like that we’re not friends.” “Me, too,” Reagan said. “I’m sorry you ruined it by being so pathetic.”

“I feel like everything’s upside down.”

And her hair’s so blond, it’s flashing at you. It’s burning out your retinas one fucking cone at a time.

“You look like you need some fresh air.” “Me?” Cath gagged on her pot roast sandwich. “You look like you need fresh DNA.”

smiled, like he’d tricked her. “Okay,” he said, playing with her hair. “I’ll study more.” He lifted his legs up and bounced

“Are you getting peanut butter in my hair?”

“It’s preventative. When I get gum in your hair later, it won’t stick.”

Cath looked over at her coat. Her phone was in her pocket. “I feel like I’m failing you,” she said. “I was supposed to come over here and do stuff with you, not read lame fanfiction.”

Levi bit his lip and stifled a laugh. “Do stuff. Is that the street name for it?

“Damn,” he said, “I wanted to do costumes.”

“Who do you want to go as?”

“The Mage. Or maybe one of the vampires—Count Vidalia. Or Baz. Would that make you wild with desire?”

“I’m already wild with desire.”

“She said from across the room.”

A few minutes later he texted her: “IDEA .. if your bored and you miss me you should write some dirty fan fiction about us. you can read it to me later. great idea right?”