Page 92 of Unfiltered
“That bad?”
Blythe fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. She wanted to be honest with Cyn, but she didn’t want to set back her progress, either. “It wasn’t great.”
Cyn laughed. “Always the charmer, even when delivering horrible news.”
“I just want you to get better. To get back…” Blythe paused. She was about to say get back to normal, but that meant returning to social media.
“Say it. Back on socials?”
“Are you going to? I mean, is it healthy?”
“I don’t know yet. The way I was doing it wasn’t. They’re trying to get me rooted in my life here. In real life. I’m still having a hard time figuring out what my real life is. I feel like I’m more connected to my online friends than anyone in this godforsaken city.”
Blythe measured her words. “You live in Denver. I can’t believe you can’t connect with someone there.”
“Ya know, my boss and a couple of my coworkers visited me, and my job has been ultra supportive. My family and counselors want me to develop these relationships. It’s hard, though.”
“How so?”
“There’s safety behind a keyboard. It’s a lot scarier sitting across the table from someone, talking to them and trying to figure out whether they like you.”
“As opposed to dealing with rando trolls on social media?”
Cyn laughed. “I love how you always keep it real. Enough about me. So you’re spending the weekend with Abby?”
“I am.”
“You’ve been seeing her for a while now. How’s it working out?”
Blythe smiled. “She’s different from anyone I’ve ever dated.”
“Is that good or bad?”
“Good. Definitely good.”
“Why do I detect a grin in your voice?”
“I could fall for this one, I think.”
“Wow, seriously? Now that’s a plot twist. You’re not exactly known for stable relationships.”
“Ouch. And you wonder why the haters came after you.”
Cyn laughed. “And then you open that mouth. A little advice. If you want to keep her around, stop talking. Just smile and look cute.”
Blythe laughed. “God, it’s so good to have your snarky ass back. Who gave you the handle Sweet Cyn, anyway?”
Cyn chuckled. “I gave it to myself to throw them off the trail.”
“Can you believe this?” Blythe said, waving her cellphone at Ricki.
Ricki glanced at Blythe. “Um, I’m driving here.” Ricki merged onto I-55 South, which would take them to Abby’s house.
“Uh, yeah, sorry.” Blythe smiled at her phone. “The videos I did with X are crushing it. Another big-name creator commented on it. Guess how many new followers I have.”
“What do I get if I get it right?” Ricki asked.
“What do you want?”
