I woke up to the sound of my cellphone's unexpected ping. Groaning, I rolled onto my left side and reached out to grab the offending item. With a flick of my thumb, I hit the button and silenced the sound.
The device's interface appeared. I entered my pin code and unlocked it. Several strokes of my thumb took me to the messaging screen. Quite a few messages were waiting for me. The first was from Myrla. Hesitant, I opened it up, prepared for her scolding.
Why aren't you answering the phone?
I chuckled and sat up, typing out a message to her.
Because I was sleeping.
Her reply back was instant.
Such a lazy little git, aren't you?
I sent back another reply.
No. Bored and tired, actually.
The phone pinged with an incoming message.
Figures. Been trying to reach you. It's . . .
Amused, I waited for the rest of what she had to say.
. . . six o'clock. We've got places to see and people to do, you know.
I burst into laughter. Her subtle jibe wasn't so subtle. I sent her my reply.
I'm staying in tonight.
The cellphone beeped.
Nope. Don't think so.
I forwarded her my answer. We soon engaged in a text war.
Because I said so.
Not good enough, Myr. Don't you have something to do with your dearest Aiden?
Yes, I do. And you, young lady, are coming with us.
Heck no. I don't play third wheels.
You won't be a third wheel. Dillon's gonna be there, too.
We've been invited to a masquerade ball.
So you're coming to the party.
I ain't taking no for answer. I'm serious. I left you the goodies for this party at the foot of your bed. Shower if you have to. Or don't. I don't care. Either way, you're gonna join us.
I glanced at the foot of the bed. Sure enough, several boxes waited for me to inspect them. The mere sight of them piqued my curiosity. Nevertheless, I ignored the urge and typed out a reply to her.
If I agree to this, will you then decide when we're going to head home?
Several minutes passed before she answered my question.
I sent her my answer.
Not good enough. When?