Yolo (22 page)

mad maddie:

is she still stealing Q-tips and raisins? have u reported her to campus police?

mad maddie:

An-ge-la!!!!

mad maddie:

seriously? yr gone? where did u go and why aren't u coming back?

mad maddie:

grrr. curse yr oily hide!

SnowAngel:

Zo, that's awesome!

zoegirl:

for any real runner, two miles would be nothing. but thx, cuz for me, the actual running part still sucks and I *always* want to stop two minutes into it.

zoegirl:

but I tell myself, “you can do hard things. you can persevere.” and then I think about Doug, and how hard it is to go on without him, and I tell myself I can do that too.

SnowAngel:

have you talked to Doug since yr breakup?

zoegirl:

I've almost called him tons of times, but no.

zoegirl:

I check his FB status all the time, and I send evil thoughts toward Canyon, and I still miss him so much. but I have to move through it, right?

SnowAngel:

oh, sweetie. sounds so hard.

SnowAngel:

yes, you have to move thru it, and yes, you WILL move thru it.

zoegirl:

will I?

SnowAngel:

ooo, I want that girl's boots.

zoegirl:

huh?

SnowAngel:

sorry! I'm on the quad and a girl just walked by wearing the most fabulous brown boots I've ever seen.

SnowAngel:

my brown boots are too big at the top and I have to wear thick socks to fill in the gap. this girl's boots looked like they fit tightly around her calves.

SnowAngel:

it wld be awesome to have a pair of tall boots that actually FIT.

zoegirl:

well. good luck with that.

zoegirl:

also, yesterday Holly and I signed up to be volunteers at a Special Olympics competition that's coming up, and after that we went to dinner together, and after that . . . we kind of kissed.

SnowAngel:

EX-FUCKING-SCUSE ME?

SnowAngel:

did you just say what I think you did? YOU AND HOLLY KISSED?!!!!

zoegirl:

kind of. yeah.

SnowAngel:

holy. fucking. shizz. nickels! Zoe!!!

zoegirl:

you're making a big deal out of it. I don't want you to make a big deal out of it.

SnowAngel:

oh, right, sure, cuz it's noooo big deal at all. are you . . . are you two . . . are you two an item???

zoegirl:

ha. no.

SnowAngel:

but you like her.

zoegirl:

of course I like her. the kiss was more . . . why not, you know?

SnowAngel:

um, NO.

zoegirl:

the subject came up—girls with girls, guys with guys—and Holly said she was pretty much straight-up hetero, but that she did wonder what it would be like to kiss a girl. I thought about it and realized that I was curious too. or at least not uncurious.

SnowAngel:

whoa. so you just . . . kissed her? pucker up, sweetie, smoochie-smoochie?

zoegirl:

it was more of a 3-2-1 thing—not that we had an actual countdown. we just looked at each other, and agreed with our eyes, and did it.

SnowAngel:

fucking fucking shizz nickels. HEAD IS SPINNING. college girl experimentation! yah!

SnowAngel:

what was it like?

zoegirl:

nice. soft. weird and a little embarrassing. lots of things!

SnowAngel:

are you going to kiss her again?

zoegirl:

doubt it—but I'm proud of myself for going for it.

zoegirl:

for being NOT Zoe for that one moment.

SnowAngel:

I disagree. you were still being *you*. you decided to be a you who kissed a girl, that's all, and I think it's totally cool. you were yoloing, baby!

zoegirl:

hmm. maybe.

SnowAngel:

you know it's true.

zoegirl:

what do you think Doug would say?

SnowAngel:

I think he'd say, “holy shizz nickels, my hot ex-girlfriend is so hot for kissing her hot new friend,” and then he'd want to shoot himself for letting you go.

zoegirl:

good—that's what I wanted to hear!

mad maddie:

what is my little filly up to this evening?

SnowAngel:

*looks around* am I yr little filly?

mad maddie:

yes, duh, and what are you doing that makes it impossible to answer yr damn phone?

SnowAngel:

oh. Anna and I were having pre-party shots, and I didn't wanna be rude.

mad maddie:

answering yr phone is rude but txting isn't?

SnowAngel:

yup

SnowAngel:

also we're at the Lambda Chi house now, only Anna's gone off to find a bathroom, which means she cld be gone for hours. bathroom lines at these parties are wretched.

mad maddie:

you're at a frat party? I thought you were gonna depledge.

SnowAngel:

I never said that

SnowAngel:

OH! BUT I HAVE A FUNNY AUTOCORRECT STORY TO TELL YOU!

mad maddie:

ok, tell

SnowAngel:

Reid wanted me to hang out with him tonight instead of going to the Lambda Chi mixer, and I was like, “um, no, parties r fun and there will prolly be dancing.”

SnowAngel:

plus I don't want to lead him on.

mad maddie:

cldn't he go to the party with you?

SnowAngel:

not exactly. BUT ANYWAY, I told him no, I can't hang out tonight, but how about we meet for lunch?

SnowAngel:

(this convo happened earlier in the day, btw)

mad maddie:

ahhhh

SnowAngel:

he said, “sure, when?” and I said, “awesome, I'll meet you at Shakes Alive in two boners.”

mad maddie:

two boners? hahahahaha. LOVE.

SnowAngel:

how did hours become boners???

mad maddie:

I'm just glad yr not leading him on by talking about his big ol' boner. wait—his bonerS, plural.

SnowAngel:

yadda yadda yadda

SnowAngel:

so that's me, drinking and dancing the night away. you?

mad maddie:

gonna Skype with Ian in about a boner

mad maddie:

*hour—damn!

SnowAngel:

very funny

mad maddie:

I know, right?

mad maddie:

and after that . . . I dunno

SnowAngel:

you have to do something. it's Friday night.

mad maddie:

yes, mom. thank you, mom.

mad maddie:

I guess Ian and I cld have phone sex and send each other naked pictures . . .

SnowAngel:

Madigan Kinnick!!!!

mad maddie:

kidding!

mad maddie:

I can't wait for Thanksgiving, tho. I sure miss the guy.

SnowAngel:

aw, Mads

mad maddie:

and you and Zoe, obviously.

SnowAngel:

and we miss you. and Thanksgiving isn't even that far off, praise Bob.

SnowAngel:

but tonight is Friday night. chat with Ian and then go be crazy!