Page 73 of Unfiltered
Blythe laughed and held up her hand to Abby for a high five. With a flourish, Abby slapped Blythe’s hand.
“Ugh. I see the judge is biased.” Ricki pretended to pound her head against the side window. “And here I was living by the Boy Scout motto.”
Abby grinned. “Sorry, Ricki, but that was your first mistake.”
Blythe and Ricki both stared at Abby with puzzled expressions on their faces.
“Geez. Do you guys know what the Boy Scout motto is?”
“Be kind,” Ricki said.
Abby shook her head.
“Do good deeds?” Blythe guessed.
“No. Be prepared.” A huge smile spread across Abby’s face. “So if Ricki was living the Boy Scout motto, she would have been—”
“Prepared for you to cheat?” Ricki said.
“Exactly.”
Ricki bounced on her toes and pointed at Abby. “Judge. Did you hear that? She admitted she cheated.”
Abby batted her eyelashes at Blythe.
“I declare Abby the winner!” Blythe grabbed Abby’s hand and lifted her arm to the sky.
Ricki glared at Blythe. “On what grounds?”
Blythe smirked. “On the grounds that she’s prettier than you.”
Ricki groaned and put her hand over her face. “Shit. I have no defense for that.”
“Besides. I want to hear what X-Marks the Spot—”
“Winnie,” Abby interjected.
“What Winnie said.”
By the time they’d driven into Berwyn, Blythe was ecstatic. Abby’s news had been better than she’d expected. X—Winnie—wanted to shoot an entire series with her, not just one video. Itwould expand her reach. Get her introduced to followers who never would have seen her on their FYP feed. This could be huge. Take her to the next tier. Goodbye, Uber and DoorDash. Hello to the life of an influencer.
“Imagine, we could be invited to the Streamy Awards or the Cheer Choice Awards,” Blythe said.
“I think Winnie won one,” Abby said.
“She did! X…I mean Winnie’s acceptance speech at the Cheer Choice was epic. One of the best ever.”
“Did you go to them?” Ricki glanced at Blythe in the rearview mirror.
“No! I streamed them. You have to be invited to go.” Blythe squeezed Abby’s knee. “Maybe next year we’ll get an invite.”
Abby didn’t react with as much enthusiasm as Blythe expected, but at least she gave Blythe a half-smile.
“Oh, boy. Can I go as your camera person?” There was no doubting the sarcasm in Ricki’s tone.
“Not with that attitude, you can’t.” Blythe poked Ricki in the shoulder. “Just you wait. You’ll be begging us for a ticket.”
“Sure, I will.” Ricki turned into the driveway. “Thank god we’re home. Do you realize you two talked nonstop about creators for forty minutes?”
