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I smiled down at my phone, brushing my hair out of my eyes so I could see the words clearly.
The party was tonight and I was at work, trying as hard as possible to think about pretty much anything else. I was never really a party person nor a people person so going to a party kind of terrified me.
But at least Evan was doing great at making himself a distraction.
He had texted me this morning, before I was even up, and since then we had been talking almost non-stop. Except when I had to tend to customers which felt more like hours than minutes.
I bit my lip, letting my mind slip back to the idea of the party.
I was scared of course, considering the fact that I was going to hang out with a bunch of people i didn’t know and the only person who i would know would be the guy I couldn’t be a normal person around.
But then again, I was excited by it. It would give me a chance to make new friends and make my new life slightly more enjoyable. And yeah, there was the thing of hanging out with Evan that drove my heart crazy.
The idea of going to a party with him made me smile, no matter how hard I tried not to. I was still terrified but Evan would be there, how could I say no?
Evan: sorry i’ve probably been distracting you don’t want to get you fired
Barty: they don’t make me do to much
Barty: and i’d rather talk to you anyway, besides you not giving me money
Evan: They pay you for doing nothing? Sign me up
Barty: i still do have to work you know
Evan: are you sure you’re not a drug dealer?
Barty: I don't know, am i?
Evan: Do all my friends have to be a little insane?
My heart fluttered at that word. That one simple word.
Friends.
It wasn’t anything crazy and to a normal person it probably wouldn’t mean anything to them but for me it made my heart go crazy. We were friends. That was a good step towards being something more.
Barty: i’m not that insane
Evan: are you sure about that?
Barty: no not really
Evan: exactly what i thought
Evan: but hey you’ll probably love my other friends, they’re all a little insane to
Barty: well, if you’re hanging out with us you’re probably a little insane to you know
Evan: are y’all infecting me with your insaneness??
Barty: i don’t think that's possible
Evan: says who?
Barty: says me and i’m obviously right
Evan: whatever you say Barty whatever you say