Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
@confused96: So many times. I’m in jail right now.
@scientistguy: What for?
@confused96: Looking too damn sexy.
@scientistguy: I walked right into that one, didn’t I?
@confused96: Yup. And in all truth, I haven’t so much as gotten a speeding ticket. I’m a good boy.
@scientistguy: Just when I pictured us riding off on your motorcycle together, you have to tell me you’re a good boy. Shame.
@confused96: Ah. You want to turn a bad boy good, huh?
@scientistguy: Nah, I’d rather be corrupted.
My cock twitches. Damn, I like that idea. There’s only one problem with that.
@confused96: I don’t think I’m experienced enough to corrupt you.
@scientistguy: Our relationship is doomed. May as well give up now.
@confused96: DOA.
@scientistguy: I should get some sleep. I only came on to check how many new creeps I got today.
@confused96: How many?
@scientistguy: Two unsolicited dick pics, someone asking if I’m femme and want my pussy fucked, and one guy who so far seems cool. Though, my standards might be slightly lowered after the others.
@confused96: Am I the cool one? I can be wicked cool. My mother always says so.
@scientistguy: And there go the cool points.
@confused96: Damn. Can I message you again though? See if I can earn them back?
@scientistguy: I’d like to see you try.
@confused96: Can I get your name?
@scientistguy: You have to earn that. Goodnight, Richie.
I fall asleep with a wide smile on my face and a feeling of not being so alone. Scientist Guy is going through the same thing as I am, and that gives me comfort.
August
@confused96: Tell me more about you. What’s your favorite color?
@scientistguy: What are you, seven? I don’t have a favorite color. Because, again, I’m not seven.
@confused96: Tell me something surprising about you.
@scientistguy: I have a third testicle.
@confused96: Really?
@scientistguy: No.
@confused96: Siiiiiigh. I don’t think you understand how this getting to know each other thing works. I’ll go first. I speak three languages.
@scientistguy: Prove it.
@confused96: Well, obviously I speak English, French: Va te faire fourrer. And the third language is hockey.
@scientistguy: Did you just tell me to get fucked in French? (Thank you Google translate!)
@confused96: It correlates to the hockey thing. I stayed with a billet family in Quebec for a while. Technically, I only know smack talk, but hey, it counts.
@scientistguy: Ah. You play hockey then.
@confused96: What are your thoughts on hockey players?
@scientistguy: Stereotypically, they’re dumbasses. Been around a few of them who fit that description. But personally, I kinda hate hockey. Sorry.
@confused96: Shit, we really are doomed. What if I promise to never talk about it? My best friend hates it too, so I’m used to knowing when to shut my mouth.
@scientistguy: You don’t have to shut up about it, but I probably won’t contribute to a conversation if it comes up. You could tell me the Tigers scored a touchdown in the fourth inning, and I’ll be like, cool, dude. I’m happy for you.
@confused96: … I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.
@scientistguy: I’m joking. The Tigers never score.
@confused96: The Tigers aren’t even a team! We score goals, not touchdowns, and there’s no innings in hockey!
@scientistguy: Tell me that thing again where you said you’re able to not talk about it.
@confused96: You’re messing with me?
@scientistguy: About not knowing the right terminology? Yes. About hating hockey? No.
@confused96: New rule. No talking hockey. Ever. I might have a coronary.
@scientistguy: I’m okay with that. Uh, the not talking about it. Not you having a coronary. Please don’t die.
@confused96: Aww, you don’t want me to die? You’re falling for me already. I can tell.
@scientistguy: What can I say, humility is an admirable trait and all.
@confused96: *googles what humility means* Hey, I’m totally humble. I only spend one hour in the mirror each day telling myself how sexy I am. Most guys on my team take at least twice that long.
@scientistguy: There you go talking about hockey again.
@confused96: Damn it! I can do it. I promise.
@scientistguy: I’ll believe it when I see it. Or, don’t see it.
4
Seth
Foster’s Jeep is already in the driveway of our childhood home when I arrive and pull in behind him. Even though we went to different colleges, we’ve never gone more than a few weeks in our whole lives without seeing each other, until now. He and Zach took off for Montreal during the first week of summer break, and I haven’t seen them since.
So not only has it been a long three months without my twin brother, it’s also been a long three months without my best friend.
Zach and I were inseparable before last year. Since we met, it has always been him and me. Then he ran off to CU, hooked up with Foster, and once again I’ve been relegated to second-place Grant.
You’d think I’d be used to it by now.
Resisting the urge to check my phone for the hundredth time today, I jump out of the car and go inside.
“Seth!” I’m barely through the front door when Foster grabs me and pulls me into a hug. Then he ruffles my hair like I’m the younger brother. I jab him in the ribs, and he tries to grab me in a headlock before I wriggle out from under his arms.