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What the hell? I take a make-up free selfie, with a cheesy grin and send it through.
How the fuck do you look this good at four in the morning? I look like a wreck.
LOL, why thank you. Did you say wreck? Prove it, mister.
Ha! Fine, but don’t compliment me, I’ll think you like me or something.
Thirty second later, he texts a photo through. His hair is loose and swept to one side, and of course he’s posed duck lip style.
YIKES!
LOL KIDDING! I don’t hate 4a.m. River.
We’re moving into dangerous territory, girl. You have a fiancé.
No fiancé talk tonight. I’d rather fall asleep with good things on my mind.
I’m the good thing, aren’t I? I fucking knew it.
I think I can see your head swelling from here.
Ha!
He didn’t say what a usual douchebag guy would. ‘Something’s swelling.’ How weird. River is a different kind of guy and it’s a little refreshing honestly.
Goodnight calamity Jade. I hope you dream of whatever makes your heart happy.
Night, Riv. Thanks for the smiles. Truly.
13
RIVER
I pace just inside the theater, where I’m meeting Jade and her sister. It’s an old vintage theater that only plays old movies, and for way cheaper than traditional theaters. I’ve been here a few times throughout my life, and it’s a little like going back in time when movie-going was a big deal and not just something everyone did.
Why am I pacing, though? I’m not usually this nervous around anyone. Could it be that an incredible woman invited me to watch one of my favorite actors (John Cusack, God, there’ll never be another of him) in a film she and I (and her mother) apparently both love? There’s nothing weird about that, besides the fact that this movie was released in 1989, and we were born a decade later, so it probably shouldn’t be on our faves list.
Sometimes, I feel like I was born in the wrong decade because the pop culture of the eighties and early nineties calls to me lover-to-lover style. Or maybe it’s because my parents were at their peak, living exciting lives at that time, part of which Hols and I were on the road with them while Mom toured, so it’s ingrained into me that girls (and guys) just wanna have fun.
A blast of cool air blows in as the theater’s front door opens. In walks the lady of the night, wrapped in her coat of squirrels to prevent the nip of the incoming fall from freezing her to death.
‘Hey!’ she says with a smile. Next to her is a woman shorter than Jade by maybe an inch, a tiny build (much like my sister), with silvery blonde chin-length hair worn messy. A silver hoop is through one nostril, and she shares Jade’s gorgeous big brown eyes. Instead of a fur coat, she’s wearing a vintage-y motorcycle jacket, fringe included. This has got to be her sister.
‘You made it,’ I say. ‘I was almost worried I was being stood up for the second time recently.’
Her face drops. ‘You got stood up?’
I nod as if I can’t believe it, either. ‘Shocking, right?’
‘Maybe she showed, thought you were lame, and dipped out,’ her sister says.
Rude. That’s exactly what Dax said. ‘It’s nice to meet you, too,’ I say sarcastically.
Jade rolls her eyes. ‘This is my little sister, Laney. Word of warning, she says what she wants without thought, so take little of it seriously.’
I laugh, extending my hand to her. ‘We may clash,’ I say jokingly.
A smile spreads across Laney’s face as she takes my hand, gripping mine firmly, then she glances at Jade.
