Denial is natural, right? I mean, it's not like I'm living in that great, but imaginary, reality where my girlfriend actually has, oh I don't know, self-preservation skills. Because I know damn well that Lucy will never stop getting into trouble. That means that I will be forever getting her out of it, but she's worth it. Sometimes.
To distract myself from that train of thought, I grab my iPod from the charger and start trying to find the song that had been on repeat in my mind for the past few days. My search slows down when I see that Lucy has been messing with my songs again. I grimace as I pull up my messages to see if she left anything to explain. It turns out she has, for once, has told me the reasons behind her actions. What a small mercy. I'm still not forgetting the whole abandoning-me-to-Court-vampire-princesses-who-want-me-for-my-name thing. Even if she does a legitimate reason for it, in no way is it cool to desert your boyfriend of less than a month.
Nick- stop pouting about me messing up your playlists by adding one. I know you're not happy that I have to go to band camp, but how would it look if the drum major skipped out on this? Really, really bad. I'm sorry that we won't have time to meet up before I go. Consider this a present to help keep your mind off of Court intrigues and ingénues while I'm gone. I love you, Lucy.
P.S. If you can figure out the moments behind each song, I'll go along with the prom thing. ALL of it. Good Luck.
First off, I don't pout, and secondly there is obviously something going on if she's willing to make peace so quickly. I save the email just to make sure she can't worm her way out of the deal she made later. Then I pull up the one she titled Band Camp. Sighing, I start it to see what mischief Lucy was up to now.
Shall I continue? Do you have a song suggestion? Drop me a line and let me know.