HEY, FOX, YOU OKAY? Your head looks
pretty bad.
Yeah.
I mean, it’s sore as hell! But at least I’m here, so I can’t complain.
Who made the call? Eady?
I
can’t believe you call her that. She’s the princess—you know that, right?
(Also, yeah, she came to see me, and we talked last night.)
I’ve known her since she was in
diapers. She’s Eadlyn, Eady, and we actually joked about Royal Pain in the Ass,
but that’s only for special occasions.
Well,
that’s my new goal: get to a relationship status that allows for pet names.
I’d steer clear of sweetheart and baby if I were you. Unless you’re looking for a matching gash on
the other side of your head. Then go for it.
Don’t
worry, I won’t intentionally provoke her. I bet she could throw a harder punch
than Burke if she wanted to. By the way, can we talk about what a complete
jackass that guy was?
We could. But I don’t want to think
about him ever again. Glad he’s gone. What a stupid move. Like it or not, we’re
all going to be famous after this. So that’s what you want people to remember
you for? You want to be that guy who was thrown out for fighting?
Thought
you didn’t want to talk about him.
Starting now.
Loser.
What’s all this stuff? Is this a sketchbook?
I’m into architecture. I design when
I’m bored.
And
this is boring to you? (Also, they look good.)
Thanks! And, yes, this is very
boring to me. I’ve lived here my whole life, known Eadlyn forever. I’m happy to
have company, sure, but this is nothing new to me.
So
. . . you don’t want to win?
That’s a great question.
That
you should answer.
No. I don’t think. No. I don’t know.
It’s kind of strange.
Then
how did you end up kissing her?
It was just a kiss. She’ll probably
kiss half the guys here before she picks someone. I just happened to be the
first.
You
really think that? You think I’ve got a chance at a kiss?
I don’t know if that kind of talk is
sweet . . . or pathetic.
I
like her!
Why? What won you over?
It’s
not as if I can pinpoint the exact moment. I like her. She’s funny, but I don’t
think she knows it. It’s like, even though she’s super powerful, she’s still
figuring herself out. You know her. Any truth to that?
Gets the sense of humor from her
dad, gets the constant state of growing from her mom. It’s real.
And
. . . I know it shouldn’t matter . . . but MAN she is gorgeous!
I can’t talk about this. It feels
weird.
To
call your buddy hot?
Not my buddy. But yeah.
But
she is.
Shut up!
Fine.
Thanks.
Look,
I know everyone asks, but any hint at how I could win her over? Her personal
favorites? Anything, really?
She is unwinoverable.
Not
a word.
But it’s true. If you want a shot,
be you—and then you just have to hope she likes whatever that is.
If
that’s true, then I think I have a shot. Last night, when she came to let me
stay? Like, something felt different there.
Well, you have nothing to worry
about, then.
Her
favorite flower?
I don’t know. Everyone thinks I’m an
expert, but we seriously avoid each other, and when we do interact, it’s via an
argument.
Don’t
believe it.
It’s true!
Then
explain THE KISS!
Okay, I’m done. Back to my sketches.
Wimp.
You’re just mad because I got there
first.
No.
Well, maybe. But your relationship makes no sense.
Fair point. Trust me, it’s making
less and less sense by the day.
