Chapter Twenty-Eight Chase
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chase
Me: Girlie pops, you will never believe what happened to me!!!!! You’re gonna wanna sit down . . .
Joyce: Oooo, spill the Lipton.
Mimi: It’s tea.
Joyce: I know that.
Gail: Jesus H. Joyce, Mimi means the saying is: Spill the tea not Spill the Lipton.
Birdie: @everyone we need to listen to Chase.
Joyce: You can’t @ everyone in a text. That’s for Facebook.
Gail: And it’s annoying there too.
Me: I almost died guys. We literally got attacked again. *inserts picture of himself*
Joyce: Good lord!
Gail: Holy fuckballs!
Birdie: Even almost dead you look so handsome Chasey.
Mimi: Who do we need to call? I know a guy from the deli . . . I think he’s connected.
Me: No need . . . my girl saved me. Emphasis on the My girl. *inserts another photo of him and Evie*
Gail: I knew you’d do it! She’s a lucky girl.
Mimi: You’ve made an old woman cry. When’s the wedding?
Joyce: Jesus slow down Mimi . . . let them breathe. We’re glad you’re both okay. We love you Chase.
Birdie: We should go to that psychic again . . . she can predict their future.
Gail: The only thing she’s predicting is that she’s full of shit because she’s constipated.
Mimi: Doesn’t matter what she says. Look at those faces. I know soulmates when I see them.
“Soulmates, huh?” Evie smiles, her chin rested on my shoulder.
“Obviously.” I turn to face her, cradling her face. “I love you, Evil.”
She shrugs, exhaling softly, that wry look in her eyes. “Yeah . . . I love you too, Chuckles.”
Goddamn. Now that’s a happily ever after . . . at least right after I kiss the girl, it is.