Page 130 of Just for the Cameras
My stomach is twisted in all kinds of knots.
And for the first time in a long time, maybe even in forever, I feel giddy…talking to a man.
Graydon:I can still smell the bird on me, even after a shower.
Maple:You are such a liar.
Graydon:It’s never leaving my nose.
Maple:You were around them for maybe five minutes.
Graydon:Five minutes too long. They were eyeing my watch.
Maple:I told you not to wear anything shiny.
Graydon:Didn’t think they were going to try to rob me!
Maple:LOL. That’s very dramatic of you, seems like you’ve been hanging out with OC for too long.
Graydon:You’re right. He’s dead to me now.
Maple:He’ll be crushed.
Graydon:Not my problem.
Maple:You put on such a front, but I know you secretly like him. Just admit it.
Graydon:Never.
Maple:Stubborn.
Graydon:Maybe. So…what are you doing?
Maple:Eating some homemade lasagna.
Graydon:And you didn’t offer me any?
Maple:Didn’t cross my mind.
Graydon:Ouch, Baker. That stings.
Maple:What stings worse, the bird smell in your nose, or the lasagna?
Graydon:Lasagna, because that means I could have seen you again…
Graydon:Did you really think you were going to beat me in a twenty-yard dash today?
Maple:*Currently in an Epsom salt bath* Wouldn’t have hurt you to lay off the pedal for your PR girlfriend.
Graydon:And get shit from everyone, including my dad? I’m good.
Maple:You didn’t even give me a chance.
Graydon:Exactly.
Maple:Just cruel.
Graydon:Did you really think a zookeeper could outrun a professional football player?
