Haze: Don’t think so low of yourself, Kingston. You’re more than a gardening tool.
I find myself laughing out loud when I read his message.
Winter: Idiot.
Haze: You laughed.
Winter: I did not.
Haze: I saw you.
Winter: How could you?
Haze: I’m standing outside your house, I told you.
Winter: The hotel this morning and now my house? You really are obsessed with me.
Haze: What are you talking about
Winter: Stop. I know it was you.
Haze: What was me
Winter: The text messages.
Haze: What messages?
I can’t tell if he’s messing with me. I sure hope he is.
Haze: Is someone sending you creepy texts
Winter: You mean except you?
Haze: Seriously, someone’s messing with you?
Winter: Oh so now you know how to use a question mark.
Haze: Winter, I’m serious.
Winter: I’d like to stay and chat but I can’t. I have a dinner to go to.
Haze: Oh yeah, the fake girlfriend dinner. Am I invited
Winter: How the heck do you know about that?
Haze: Because we haven’t been talking doesn’t mean I haven’t been keeping an eye on you.
There he goes again with his damn lines. The boy sure has a way with words. But most importantly, he has a way with me. Sometimes I think he is endeavoring to seduce me. And sometimes I’m afraid that it might be working.
Winter: Creepy.
Haze: Am I invited? ;)
Winter: Never in a million years.
“Winter, honey, dinner’s served!” Maria shouts from downstairs, her voice distant but firm.
“Coming.”