PARTY ISN'T OVER TONIGHT.

[Message read.]

Skye: And I love you.

Skye: Hi.

Skye: I know you won't answer me, but I miss you.

Skye: Brad met mom today. It was weird, I guess. I mean, we were only fucking and now he's not even sexting me, refusing to do anything until we agree on something serious or whatever.

Skye: I'm scared that I'm incapable of being serious though. Do you know that feeling? Like you aren't good enough and you're just damaged goods?

Skye: I don't know, maybe I'm just being a stupid young adult or whatever.

“Nah it’s cool, I’m pretty patient. I’m good though, I was wondering if you were still up for it- if I could meet your mom today?”

“Nothing, I was just waiting for you. How are you?”