Chapter 6
SIX
If anyone needs me, I’ll be crying into a bag of frozen peas.
PeachyKeen:
Again??
What did the peas ever do to you??
BigBear88:
They witnessed my downfall.
Can’t have loose-lipped veggies out here spreading slander.
PeachyKeen:
LMAO
Peas are snitches confirmed.
BigBear88:
Never trusted them.
It’s always the quiet ones.
PeachyKeen:
Okay but seriously
What happened??
Peas therapy session?
BigBear88:
Just… dumb today.
Like, Olympic-level dumb.
Gold medal in making everything harder than it needs to be.
PeachyKeen:
Gold medalist??
You’re out here achieving greatness and you’re still complaining?
Smh. Overachiever.
BigBear88:
Put that on my grave:
“Here lies BigBear88. Dumb as hell. Overachieved anyway.”
PeachyKeen:
You know I’d bring flowers.
And a trophy.
BigBear88:
I’m keeping this receipt.
When I inevitably crash and burn, you’re contractually obligated to hype me up.
PeachyKeen:
Deal.
Official hype woman status achieved.
BigBear88:
You’re a menace.
But also
Thanks, Peach.
Seriously.
You’re the best person I’ve never actually met.
PeachyKeen:
Right back at ya, Bear.