Little Miss EBR

[text] I hate you.

[text] I was thinking of Friday! What about you?

[text] Great!! I already have everything settled, only have left to pack hahaha. Mom's keeping Myles and spoiling him rotten. I already have my casino glasses ready for action.

[text] We still on for this weekend?

Text: Hey, stick to what you're good at, right? I'm good at roasting my cousin. I don't think it's wrong. Maybe bad for your mental health. not wrong, though. Text: That makes two of us, then.

Text: That's a lie. I roast the fuck out of Stephen every chance I get. Text: Wait, what?

Text: I wanna say that sounds creepy, but at this point its pretty much the same reason i have social media, too, so. Text: Right.

Text: I've known her for years--before we worked together. That was a fun time shooting, though. Text:I mean, I dunno. it's whatever at this point. And I'm pretty sure I've seen you say the opposite on multiple occasions, but sure--keep lying to yourself.

Text: It wasn't, I was just saying, we've had similar experiences, that's all. And to be fair, I think I thought she'd broken up with him--but I don't remember to be honest. Like I told Sarah, I choose to believe it was mostly about me, but I have no clue what went down. I wasn't there, and I doubt it was really about me--but who fucking knows. They're both crazy in a good way. Why not? You're the one that told Willa you wanted to sleep with me first--instead of me.

Text: Honestly, not until you brought that up. I live out in the open. Text: Really, Ems? Do you forget I pretty much know everything about your life, too? You wanna get preachy, here? And I wasn't bragging--just merely setting things straight. And I'm not judging--just reminding. All good. Ah, the truth comes out! Did you really feel the need to ask her permission though?