When All the Stars
Have Fallen
‘The worst part,’
Lola typed, ‘is seeing them together on TV.’
She hit ENTER.
A few
seconds later: ‘why do you even watch stuff w/him on it?’
popped up in the little chat window.
Half-distracted
by what she was watching, Lola shrugged. ‘I don’t
know.’
"Wish
I did," she said aloud. She sighed, knowing that she was lying
to her friend and herself.
‘c’mon,
Lo, you know why,’ popped up.
Lola
snorted. "Okay, the only person I’m fooling is myself, then."
Mentally
rolling up her sleeves, she dared to look away from the newscast that
had caught her attention – they would replay it again later, anyway
– and foocused on the laptop cradled between her knees.
‘Yes,
ok, I do know. Stop badgering me. :p’
‘Looooooola,
don’t do this to yourself mija.
you’re fine w/o him’
Sighing,
Lola typed back, ‘I know, I know. You’ve been telling
me that since 3rd grade, Brie.’
‘so! drop him like a hot bag of
horse manure. finally!’
Choosing
to ignore the remark – and the accompanying visual it inspired –
Lola typed, ‘It’s just we’re almost the same person,
me & her.’
‘except your his actual kid &
she’s the gf’s kid’
