35. The Lucky Daily
Chapter 35
The Lucky Daily
SPECIAL EDITION PRINTING
IS TRUE LOVE REALLY BLIND?
BY NOLAN “JJ” JENKINS
C itizens of Lucky, have I got a treat for you. And for once, I didn’t have to go chasing this story down for you: It came right to me.
And by story, I mean Dr. Matthew Brodigan.
And by Dr. Matthew Brodigan, I mean Matty B. Although I’m pretty sure no one’s called him that since high school.
Anyway.
Many of you may not know that there are an absolute plethora of dating apps out there. I personally have not engaged with any of these apps, but a cursory glance shows, well, a lot. And I’m told that anyone who’s single can tell you all about them, and while I’m single, I am not, in fact, one of those people who can tell you all about them.
I’m losing focus again. I clearly have not had enough time to edit this piece. But that’s what happens when the town’s vet, chief of police, and newest police hire come swinging into this editor’s house and demand I do…whatever it is I’m doing.
Anyway, have you read this far? Good for you. Congratulations.
It turns out that Matty Brodigan, Dr. Matthew to you kids, has been dating one Goldie Dash.
That’s right: Matty and Goldie.
Sitting in a tree
K-I-S-S-I-N
Good Lord, what is wrong with me? No one’s actually reading this in physical form. Right? You’re watching the video online. You have to be watching the video.
Goldie, it’s Matty. I took the laptop away from JJ. He’s sweating. It’s…not a good look. I think Reid scares him? Reid just read this over my shoulder and laughed and said yes, he definitely scares JJ, and he likes it that way.
Back to us: I messed up. It’s as simple as that.
I was a complete and total idiot. And your sister—who, for anyone else reading this, is incidentally my best friend—was more than happy to tell me just how badly I messed up, too. I think even Killer read me the riot act.
I was terrified.
What we had seemed too perfect, you know? It didn’t seem possible that I could have it all: you and everything else? No way could I be that lucky. I couldn’t shake that doubt, even from the beginning.
First, I thought Willa would be mad.
For the record? She doesn’t care. But you know that already. She’s mad that I hurt you. She’s mad that I didn’t give her enough credit. I don’t blame her.
I love you.
I love you so much, and I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you for being so stupid.
I have more to say, but I’d rather say it in person. So here goes:
If you’re willing to give me a chance, then meet me tomorrow at ten a.m. at the clock in town square.
I love you.
P.S. Reid says to enjoy the pictures and video.
P.P.S. JJ wants to remind the readers that the video is online. There’s no video on the actual paper. Seriously, JJ? No shit, man. This is real life. Not some fantasy or sci fi show where pictures move on paper.
P.P.P.S. I love you, Goldie. Please be there.