Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
DECLAN
Group text with Atlas, Xander, Declan, and Lincoln
Lincoln:
So…how’s life at the homestead?
Atlas:
Has she killed you yet?
Xander:
Bet you’re wishing you’d just parked your bike in a parking space like a reasonable adult, huh?
Declan:
I’m still alive. So there’s that.
Lincoln:
Probably has something to do with the lunch and handwritten note you had delivered to her today.
Atlas:
You had lunch delivered to her?
Xander:
And you thought of this all by yourself?
Declan:
Jesus, it was lunch not a diamond ring.
Lincoln:
Trying to sweeten up the already sweet librarian, Dec?
Declan:
How tf do you even know about this? It happened like 2hrs ago. You gossip more than Mabel.
Lincoln:
Who do you think I heard the gossip from?
There’s a pool going around on what you’ll do next to win Pen over.
Declan:
I’m not trying to win her over.
Lincoln:
I can’t sway anything, but my wallet would definitely thank you if you made her dinner, packed it up for a little picnic in the park, and then took her on a moonlit stroll on the beach.
Xander:
He’s not doing any of those things.
Atlas:
A moonlit stroll? Really, Linc?
Lincoln:
I can’t help it if you three illiterates aren’t up to speed on what the best book boyfriends are doing.
But you can bet your ass the hot librarian IS.
Dec’s gotta step up his game.
Declan:
I don’t have to step up anything. We’re roommates.
Lincoln:
Sure you are.
Atlas:
None of my roommates have ever delivered me lunch.
Xander:
And definitely not with a handwritten note.
Declan:
Did I take a wrong turn into hell? Why are you all still talking?
Lincoln:
Just looking out for you, bro
Declan:
How about you look for some fucking hobbies?
Atlas:
We have one.
Lincoln:
It’s watching you get emotionally compromised by a sweet librarian with a color-coded planner.
Declan:
I’m blocking you assholes.
Xander:
What if you need someone to deliver tomorrow’s meal?
Lincoln:
Wait, before you block us, make sure to tell Pen I say hi
Declan:
Fuck off.
And what’d I tell you about calling her Pen?