Chapter 10

Kiss Me Thru The Phone

A TALE OF TEXT MESSAGES

Sunday

Stevie

Thanks for the coffee.

Thrakh

If you can call that coffee.

Stevie

*selfie with middle finger proudly telling Thrash to fuck off while sipping coffee*

Thrakh

Idk how you drink that slime. It smelled like melted sugar with a side of apples.

Stevie

I’m going to tell Sunny you said that. And mind your business. I like my diabetes with a side of coffee, sue me.

Monday

Thrakh

Good morning, beautiful.

*classic gym bro mirror selfie thirst trap showing his skin covered in glistening sweat looking ripped as fuck in a way that should be illegal*

Stevie

Well that’s quite a sight first thing in the morning.

Thrakh

Hoping my bod will keep you interested so you won’t remember the stupid things I say.

Did it work?

Stevie

Maybe. I’d probably need an in-person demonstration of your muscles at work though.

You know, it’d probably really impress me if you used those muscles to lug down all these Halloween boxes from the attic.

*Picture of boxes stacked in a never-ending sea of chaos all labeled Halloween*

Thrakh

On my way.

Stevie

I didn’t mean right now it was a joke!

Thrakh? I was kidding.

Thrakh

Come and open the door, peaches.

Tuesday

Thrakh

*selfie in a black Maplewicket baseball hat while sitting in the dugout*

Thinking of you, peaches. Can’t wait to go to dinner with you tonight.

Stevie

Dinner tonight?

Thrakh

Sure, I’d love to. I’ll pick you up after practice. Be ready around 7.

Stevie

Did you just trick me into asking you out for dinner?

Thrakh

I’d never.

Dress comfortably. It’s a local place, nowhere fancy.

Unless you want fancy?

I can find somewhere and make a reservation.

…Stevie?

Wednesday

Stevie

*picture of leftover arroz con pollo smothered in red sauce in a takeout container*

Even better the next day. How did I not know Rositas was right around the corner? Guac and margs are the way to my heart.

Thrakh

Good to know.

Stevie

Thrakh

Thanks for coming with me last night.

Stevie

Figured I owed you for all that manual labor after unloading all those Halloween decorations.

Thrakh

You never owe me for anything.

Before I forget I called my pharmacy to ask about discount cards for your ADHD meds.

They have it all prepped but need to speak to you for your doctor’s information.

If you can call and tell them and ask for Jeremey and they’ll get your doctor’s number and handle everything so you don’t have to worry about it.

Let me know if it doesn’t work and we’ll figure it out together.

How’s the setting up going? Need more help?

Stevie

Um, no, I think we’re good.

*New Group Chat Created*

Briar

We are NOT good. You and Lyle need to get your big muscular asses over here to help tonight.

It’s not a request. I’m demanding. Tell Lyle to get the rest of his sorry excuse for a pack to come too or I’ll show up and drag them here myself.

Thrakh

Done. Be there in a bit.

Stevie

Briar! We have it handled!

Briar

*picture of Stevie piled under boxes with skeletons, fake spiderwebs, and wooden pumpkins strewn everywhere with an excited looking Marigold peeking out of a giant cauldron taking up most of the room while Chester leans against a wall with his headphones on looking apathetic*

You’re really going to look at this and tell me we’re okay and don’t need help?

Omfg I didn’t even notice Chester’s little emo ass. I love that kid so much.

Stevie

The boxes make it look worse than it is.

Seriously we got this.

No need to show up.

Thursday

Thrakh

I’m not going to say you owe me, buuuuuut…

Stevie

Oh, I definitely owe you.

Thrakh

Then I’m going to need you to come to the charity game tonight to cheer me on. I’m coaching and playing. I need some time to show off and impress you before our next date.

Stevie

I think you showed off enough last night by bringing what looked like multiple baseball teams and not needing me to tell you where to set things up while I got trashed with Briar.

And game? What game? There’s a game?

*selfie with Marigold and Chester wearing black and orange Maplewicket baseball T-shirts*

Go get ’em, coach.

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