Before I start to braid my hair my laptop starts ringing on my bed. I answer without looking to see who it is just thinking it’s Chris. I leave the bathroom door open and continue braiding my hair.
“Hey Chris, what’s up?” I ask, but she doesn’t answer. Walking out of the bathroom I call her again, “Christina, can you hear me?”
“It’s not Chris,” oh f**k.
“Hunter?” I ask.
“Yeah, I j-just wanted to ap-pologize for leaving s-so suddenly,” he says.
“Why do you sound so weird?” I ask.
“Di, you’re not wearing any pants!” he says.
“Oh, yeah. I never wear pants to bed,” I climb under my covers and put my computer on my lap.
“You’re seriously going to talk to me without any pants on?” He asks,
“Why not? It’s not like you can see me anymore,” I say.
“Yeah but I did see you. And now I know y
