Lennox
Jacewilderofficial: Um. What is that?
Jacewilderofficial: Is that what the fashion coordinator sent over?
Jacewilderofficial: Yes, but I haven’t heard from one yet.
Jacewilderofficial: Okay, then why are you dressed like a bumble bee who had a fight with Godzilla and lost.
Lennoxrome: Take that back!
Jacewilderofficial: Still sexy. But the black and yellow striping over crocodile skin…maybe a little much.
Lennoxrome: Wait. Did you just call me sexy?
Lennoxrome: I’m buying it. In multiple colors.
Jacewilderofficial: Did you know that the Panorama shot was only just recently developed in 1987?
Lennoxrome: Are you topless? I have a feeling you’re half naked. Send a pic.
Jacewilderofficial: Seriously. That’s crazy right? That wasn’t that long ago and look how far we’ve come in that amount of time.
Lennoxrome: I’m waiting.
Jacewilderofficial: Are you always this one-track minded?
Lennoxrome: Only when it comes to you.
Jacewilderofficial: *attached an image
Lennoxrome: Yessssss. Bloody hell, I love being right.
Lennoxrome: Ever tried to make s’mores on a stove?
Jacewilderofficial: Oh, no…
Lennoxrome: Leaves a bloody mess. Sticky white stuff everywhere. Reminds me of you.
Jacewilderofficial: Why are you making those at home?
Lennoxrome: I’m bored.
Lennoxrome: Want to go out tonight?
Jacewilderofficial: Can’t.
Lennoxrome: It’ll be fun.
Jacewilderofficial: Sofia told us to lay low this week.
Lennoxrome: What’s the difference if we start ‘promoting’ the movie now versus the premier next week?
Jacewilderofficial: Do you always like to break the rules?
Lennoxrome: Do you always like to follow them?
Jacewilderofficial: …
Lennoxrome: So…can’t or won’t?
Jacewilderofficial: I’m going out with Elodie tonight.
“Bloody hell.” I place my phone down on the counter because there’s nothing I can really say to that.
I haven’t seen anything in the media about them since that night, two weeks ago, when I ran into them in that alleyway. I thought maybe things had died off between them. Clearly not.
It shouldn’t matter. He knows how I feel and he’s made it clear how he feels. At this point, I think he’s just humoring me with our flirty messages and witty raillery.
It’s probably nothing to him. Just some random banter. But, I live for those messages.
I scroll back through re-reading a few of the exchanges and the realization hits me. He’s fucking friend-zoned me.
His messages are friendly, platonic, and only a little flirtatious when I push on him a bit.
No, I refuse to believe that’s all this is for him. That this isn’t more.
That’s what stalkers and psychopaths say, Lennox.
Fuck. I don’t want to fall into the same category as the people that push him to do things he doesn’t want to do.
He doesn’t deserve that. And I can’t keep holding on to something that’s not there.
I pick up my phone, leaving the mess of s’mores in the kitchen. My housecleaner is going to fucking hate me but I need to do something other than reminisce on eating graham cracker sandwiches with him.
Being uncharacteristically mature, I type out a reply.
Lennoxrome: Have fun :) Chat with you later.
I tap out of the social share app that stores our conversation and go to my text messages, finding Andi’s last text to me.
Andi: Are you back from your hiatus yet?
Lennox: I could be…