text me. // lrh

twenty-six.

(4 new messages!)

mikey;

emmy

please stop being sad

did the pizza not lift your spirits?

em;

i'm not sad, mike

i just don't care

there obviously wasn't more than friendship there

so i have no reason to be sad

mikey;

so i'm guessing the pizza didn't help?

em;

you're dumb

yes the pizza helped

pizza always helps

mikey;

i'm sorry emmy

is there anything we can do?

do you wanna go bowling or something?

em;

no

i have homework

you should take sam on a date

mikey;

i take her on lots of dates!

em;

taking her to get your guitar fixed is not a date

moron

mikey;

we do more than that

em;

oh yeah? like what?

mikey;

we went to the skate park last week

em;

and she watched you skate for two hours

you didn't even talk to her dude

you suck at this

you guys aren't just friends anymore

mikey;

fuck

you're right

what do i do?

em;

stop getting so weird about it

do what you and sam always do

but fucking hold hands, dude

at the very least hold her hand

mikey;

you think she'd wanna hit the barcade?

em;

it's sam

of course she would

make sure to buy her drinks and win her a prize

mikey;

ugh what would i do without you emmy?

em;

idk

perish?

mikey;

most definitely

thank u <3

em;

you're welcome loser