Yolo (28 page)

SnowAngel:

anyway, SO glad we got all caught up, but I've gotta run. I'm supposed to be making ghosts out of tissue paper, ya know.

zoegirl:

wait! no! don't you dare tell me a homeless man is living in your dorm room and then run off to make ghosts out of tissue paper!

SnowAngel:

I'm also going to help some of the pledges put their costumes together cuz I'm good at that stuff. tootles

zoegirl:

you said that there would be unclamping of lips, but you never got to that part of the story.

zoegirl:

so, this unclamping business

zoegirl:

what, exactly, did your and Reid's unclamped lips *do*?

zoegirl:

you have until this evening to respond. if you don't, I'm turning you in to the provost.

mad maddie:

I dunno. cuz I felt like it, just like you felt like kissing Reid in the hot passionate moment after moving a homeless dude into yr dorm room.

mad maddie:

I had to listen to yr voicemail twenty times to make sure I heard that right, btw.

SnowAngel:

twenty times?

SnowAngel:

liar

mad maddie:

ok, ten times. maybe five.

SnowAngel:

are you trying to change the subject about yr FB?

mad maddie:

three times. I listened to it three times, all right?

mad maddie:

also, I hadn't read the text exchange b/w you and Zoe, so I wasn't caught up in the first place.

SnowAngel:

you saw texts waiting for you—from ME—and you didn't read them?

mad maddie:

I was tired. I didn't feel like doing anything.

SnowAngel:

except delete yr FB account.

SnowAngel:

seriously, why?

mad maddie:

oh, same reason. tired of dealing with ppl.

SnowAngel:

I don't understand

mad maddie:

I never post anything. I hardly read anyone else's posts. so why bother?

mad maddie:

in self-defense, I am very good friends with Netflix.

SnowAngel:

you're tired of “dealing with people.” what about yr suitemates? what about Zara and Neesa and the other Esbees?

mad maddie:

meh

SnowAngel:

but you have so much fun with them!

SnowAngel:

did y'all have a fight? did something happen?

mad maddie:

Angela, everything's fine. I'm just not motivated to do much these days.

SnowAngel:

um, that's NOT fine, Mads. next yr going to tell me that you've moved yr computer into yr closet and soon you'll have no use for the outside world.

SnowAngel:

shld I be worried about you???

SnowAngel:

strike that. I *am* worried about u. Maddie!!! Zoe and I both are!

mad maddie:

it's a phase. a mid-semester slump.

mad maddie:

I miss u guys, ok? and I miss Ian.

mad maddie:

I'm just really ready for Thanksgiving.

SnowAngel:

ah

SnowAngel:

that makes sense. I can't wait for Thanksgiving
either. yay college for having a super-long Thanksgiving break!

mad maddie:

agreed

SnowAngel:

but until then, will you try to get back into the game?

mad maddie:

“get back into the game”?

SnowAngel:

dude. don't mock. YOLO, BABY, YOLO!

SnowAngel:

that's what you told Zoe when *she* was feeling down.

mad maddie:

oh. right.

SnowAngel:

do you no longer believe in yolo???

mad maddie:

of course I do. can't believe you'd suggest otherwise.

mad maddie:

and now back to reality: you kissed Reid???

SnowAngel:

aye-yai-yai

SnowAngel:

kind of?

mad maddie:

was it a GOOD kiss?

SnowAngel:

truth?

mad maddie:

truth

SnowAngel:

it was a scarily excellent kiss, Maddie. as in, there's a very good chance he's the best kisser in the multiverse.

SnowAngel:

but it just HAPPENED. and yes, I like him—he's Reid!

SnowAngel:

but also, he's . . . Reid. you know?

mad maddie:

are you gonna kiss him again?

SnowAngel:

dunno. we're going to Shakes Alive for dinner, tho.

mad maddie:

I'm going to take that as a yes

mad maddie:

if the “but also he's Reid” business has anything to do with your sorority sisters, then screw that. you kissed Reid, not yr sorority sisters. if you start dating him, *you'll* be dating him, not yr sorority sisters.

SnowAngel:

yeah, putting that in the Worry About Later file.

SnowAngel:

right now I am weighing the merits of wearing a
boob-enhancing bra that feels like a bra and not boobs (as in, sofa-cushion puffy) or a soft lacy bra that does nothing for my booblettes but that makes me feel like a real girl and not a padded girl. thoughts?

mad maddie:

huh. that's a question I've never in my life thought about.

SnowAngel:

cuz u don't have to worry about it. you have tatas galore!

SnowAngel:

also, it seems like maybe I'm wired to think about this stuff. not just bras, but clothes and makeup and accessories . . . the whole picture! and I'm good at it, and I'm good at helping other ppl with it, and I think I'm going to make that be my plan for my business class assignment! fashion consultant!

mad maddie:

that's cool, Angela. perfect.

SnowAngel:

isn't it? and I stay after class to talk to my biz prof all the time now, and she's possibly my new hero. SHE MAKES ME THINK, MADDIE. IT IS THE WEIRDEST THING.

mad maddie:

dude. your brain is growing!

SnowAngel:

and yet in the boy department I'm still at a loss. which do you think is more important to a guy: visual or tactile? cleavage or the softness of real boobs?

mad maddie:

go for real. real is better.

SnowAngel:

hmm . . .

SnowAngel:

but will any boob-touching actually occur? cuz if not, shldn't I go for the push-up?

mad maddie:

ok, but imagine this: what if no touching occurs tonight, and you go for the push-up, but then the next day, or the next or the next, when touching DOES occur, he's like, “where'd they go?”

SnowAngel:

a) who said there'd be a next and a next, and

SnowAngel:

b) I'm not convinced guys are that observant. I mean, if boobs are there, then yes, they observe
them. but if it changes to boobs are there being touched, I wonder if maybe the touching takes over . . . ?

mad maddie:

want me to ask Ian?

SnowAngel:

yes, actually! omigod, yes!

SnowAngel:

get back to me before six o'clock my time—please???

mad maddie:

I'll do my best.