Yolo (6 page)

zoegirl:

also, please tell me that you ALWAYS do that buddy thing at parties, where you watch after your friends and they watch after you. no going up to guys' rooms, no accepting drinks you didn't pour yourself or see poured, etc.

zoegirl:

you have to be careful. this isn't high school, you know.

zoegirl:

(although I kinda wish it was)

zoegirl:

(high school, I mean)

zoegirl:

(shhh)

zoegirl:

but yeah. so, anyway . . .

zoegirl:

I'm back from Oberlin. wasn't the best visit ever.

zoegirl:

sigh

zoegirl:

miss you, A.

mad maddie:

go away. sleeping.

SnowAngel:

if yr sleeping, why'd you txt me back?

mad maddie:

I said go away. I'm sleeping, fool.

SnowAngel:

coochie-coochie-coo! *tickles Maddie's chin*

mad maddie:

did you not hear me, woman? I am SLEEPING, so quit yer yammering!

SnowAngel:

*folds hands in lap* *smiles pleasantly* *blinks*

SnowAngel:

you say you're sleeping, and yet . . .

SnowAngel:

you txted me back ONCE. then you txted me back TWICE. then you txted me back A THIRD TIME! ah ah ah! THREE messages from Maddie!

SnowAngel:

*roll of thunder*

SnowAngel:

*clap of lightning*

SnowAngel:

AH AH AH!

SnowAngel:

that was me being the Count.

SnowAngel:

you know, that vampire dude from “Sesame Street”?

SnowAngel:

*pokes Maddie*

SnowAngel:

u still there?

SnowAngel:

oh, Maddieeeeeeee!

mad maddie:

OMG. my iPad flashes EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU MESSAGE ME! I'm putting you under my bed. g'night!

SnowAngel:

but it's not night. it's morning.

mad maddie:

not in California

SnowAngel:

um, technically it is. I mean, it might be early, but . . .

SnowAngel:

hey! this'll perk you up. I saw Ian last night. he looks GOOD, lady. (not in an I'm-after-your-man way, obvs, but just, he's a good man, your Ian.)

SnowAngel:

confused, tho. he said you were feeling out of place??? except you're not, cuz you wld have told me if you were. right?

SnowAngel:

M-babe?

SnowAngel:

where you be, M-babe?

SnowAngel:

omg, did you really put me under your bed?

SnowAngel:

huh. at least there are snacks down here.

SnowAngel:

mad maddie:

and as I am still fragile from having my sleep interrupted, I must request that you talk quietly. and with no exuberant hand movements.

SnowAngel:

MADS! YAY! I was so happy when I saw you pop up on my laptop screen!

SnowAngel:

I'm in geology now. soooooo boring, but the TA is handsome in a brooding Mediterranean sort of way.

mad maddie:

ouch. just burned my tongue on my coffee.

SnowAngel:

so wassup?

mad maddie:

nothing, other than me, and my head hurts. anyway, *you* txted *me*. I'm just txting you back. messaging. whatever.

mad maddie:

Angela?

mad maddie:

you still there?

SnowAngel:

what do you think's going to happen with Zo and Doug? do you think they're going to break up?

mad maddie:

cuz of that Canyon girl? is that why you texted me?

SnowAngel:

or maybe cuz of sex, cuz based on my observations (and ONLY observations, as I am the last virgin standing), college guys likie da sex.

SnowAngel:

is it possible Doug's pulling away cuz of the sex thing?

mad maddie:

what sex thing? the sex thing that involves him and Zoe having sex?

mad maddie:

call me crazy, but I doubt Doug sees that as a problem.

SnowAngel:

yeah, but that's *you* talking. you and Ian are really good at sex.

SnowAngel:

oh! and what I asked earlier. ARE you feeling out of place at Santa Cruz???

mad maddie:

no. maybe a little. but I only told Ian that cuz he said HE felt out of place sometimes, and I was being supportive.

SnowAngel:

Ian feels out of place? here at UGA?

mad maddie:

not as a general rule. just when his whole hall turns into a drunken redneck whooping party. times like that.

SnowAngel:

awww, poor Ian. I hate thinking of him feeling like that.

SnowAngel:

I think we all feel like that, tho. I bet every single person in college feels out of place at one time or another.

mad maddie:

yeah. but.

mad maddie:

that's the point of college: to go somewhere new, even if it pushes you out of your comfort zone. and, you know, to make it work. to be yourself anyway, only bigger and better and MORE.

SnowAngel:

the next time I see Ian, I'll take time to hang out with him longer. friends need friends need friends!

mad maddie:

as far as sex goes, that makes me laugh that you think we're “better” at it than Zo and Doug.

SnowAngel:

you're saying you're not?

mad maddie:

no, I'm pretty sure we are. we weren't at first, tho. we had to practice for the whole summer.

SnowAngel:

Zoe and Doug have had more time to practice than that, and I don't get the impression that Zoe thinks it's a laugh a minute. or an orgasm a minute.

mad maddie:

dude. an orgasm a minute? you. would. die.

SnowAngel:

that's why they call it seven minutes in heaven! HA! omg, I'm so brilliant.

SnowAngel:

except, wait. wld seven orgasms send you to heaven? THAT heaven?

mad maddie:

going out on a limb here, but I don't think two middle school kids + closet + seven minutes with friends outside listening and laughing = any orgasms at all.

SnowAngel:

which brings us back . . .

SnowAngel:

. . . to Zoe. you know it does. you *know* what I'm saying.

mad maddie:

sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

mad maddie:

I do. but I also know that Zoe's working on it.

SnowAngel:

“working on it”?

SnowAngel:

shld sex be work?

mad maddie:

sex shouldn't have “shoulds” and “shouldn'ts.” this is something for Zo and Doug to figure out on their own.

SnowAngel:

OH, PLEASE

SnowAngel:

so yr not going to give them hands-on lessons?

mad maddie:

I think someone's having unfulfilled libido issues.
I think someone shld discuss this problem with handsome brooding TA!