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I couldn't afford to indulge in self-doubt, not now.
With a determined sigh, I reached for my phone and tapped out a text to my bestie. I could use some of his sage wisdom right about now.
Me: I hate purple and gold.
Lincoln: It's true. It washes you out.
Me: Fuck you. Take that back. I look amazing in purple and gold. Everyone thinks so.
Lincoln: ...
Me: Ok, well I don't know if everyone thinks so. Let's crowdsource this.
Lincoln: ?
I added Monroe to the chat and sent a selfie…
Me: Monroe, what do you think of me in purple and gold?
Lincoln: Monroe? Don't talk to him. Don't answer that question.
Monroe: I really like purple and gold.
Lincoln: But not more than me in blue and white...right? Right?
Me: The people have spoken. I look good in purple and gold.
Lincoln: She's not your people. She's my people. Monroe, tell him you're not his people.
Lincoln: Wait, don't tell him anything!
Monroe: Sigh.
Me: Gif of athlete doing victory lap.
Lincoln: middle finger emoji
Me: I still hate purple and gold.
Lincoln: I know. One year, buddy.
Me: One year.
Lincoln: Knock 'em dead tonight. You’ve got this.
I sent a giant heart after that text, because what else did you do to tell someone you loved them bunches?
A throat cleared, and I glanced up from my phone, realizing I’d been staring at it with a manic grin. Walker was standing there, leaning against the doorway like the Disney prince he was.
"Ready for the game?" he asked in that typical, casual Walker way.
“Yep. Go Cobras!” I tried to say exuberantly. Came out a little flat though, if I was being honest.
Walker suddenly shifted awkwardly, like a puppy unsure of its footing.
I raised an eyebrow, waiting for whatever he was going to say.
"Um, well," he began, fumbling for words. "I know you must be feeling weird, so…is there anything that you and Lincoln used to do before the game that you'd want me to do?"
