Two days after Thanksgiving, you're bored. No, you're beyond bored. The studio's closed for the holidays, as is the diner. You're caught up with all your shows on Netflix and on cable (which should not be possible), there's nothing left to bake because Winnie's used all the fucking flour, and of course, your idiot of a roommate didn't listen to the whole 'no Winnie eating cookie dough can cause salmonella please don't eat that entire bowl no that is not a dare Winnie put the spoon down Winnie no' speech and now she's in incredible pain. She's sleeping it off, thank the lord, but you can still hear the little whimpers whenever she shifts her position subconsciously. This does, however, means there is no way she's getting her ass out of bed for a romp around the city, which leads you to this dangerous next thought.
You can go outside and interact with other human beings. Human beings who are not Winifred Seaford or Lincoln Caise or Joey Gutierrez or Kamila DeLuca or Marco Tivoli or Talia or Luke or Kailani or Wally or Milo or Tatem or Arsen or Andy Seaford or Liane Seaford or Mickey Robbins or Mama or Papa Robbins.
Well, now that Winnie's all taken care of and she's not avoiding you or acting weird, there's a chance for you to get out and meet new people and have meaningless flings. You can go clubbing. You can go party till three AM and get blackout drunk. You are a motherfucking adult and you can make these decisions. This is a brand new opportunity!
Ha, who're you kidding? You're just going to text Serena.
Serena. Even her name sends shivers down your spine.
You bring up her number and take half an hour to type up four letters, forming a million and one different ways to start a conversation, eventually deciding on a simple
/heya/
Serena responds almost immediately.
/hey, who's this?/
/melanie/
/melanie! oh, hi!/
Aw, she's so cute.
/hi!/
/so what's up?/
You decide to take the bluntest approach possible.
/i was actually wondering if you maybe wanted to go out with me this weekend?/
/are you asking me out on a date/
You bite your lip at the reply you receive.
/yes?/
/of course!!!!!/
Whew. You were worried there for a second.
/cool cool/
/meet at yours? my roommate's a bitch/
You smile at her response. She's so perfect for you.
/sounds good, i'll send you the address/
Wow, that was easier than you assumed it would be. In your head, you start to put together a plan.
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There's a knock at the door at 8:00 sharp. Serena's in a bright blue dress that hugs her curves, and she. Has. Golden. Dinosaur. Earrings. God, why are all the people in your life such nerds?
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