Not The Poolhouse.
Oliver
You have a date.
Say no, pretty girl….
Mia
Win your fight, Ol.
She hasn’t had a date in weeks. That’s why I thought what I’ve been doing was working. I was confident that we were moving closer to being more than friends that fuck. I close out of that thread and pull up the only other person I can talk to about Mia.
Oliver
Where is her date tonight?
AJ
Stalker much?
Oliver
Please, A.
AJ
I don’t know. She didn’t tell me.
She’s been worried about you though. Be nice to her.
Oliver
I’m trying to be. Friends don’t let friends go on bad dates.
AJ
You don’t know it’s going to be a bad date.
Oliver
You and I both know it will be. Make sure she wears pants tonight.
Also I have a fight tonight. If you are done being madat me.
AJ
I’ll be there.
I send one more text to Mia.
Oliver
Hope you enjoy your date, pretty girl. You have killer legs, I’d wear a dress to show them off.
She sends me a selfie of her flipping me off instantly. My insufferable girl. I’m positive she will wear pants even more now.
The Poolhouse is packed as always. But I feel a different kind of settled knowing that AJ is with me tonight instead of Eli. My brothers are always ready to stand by my side, no matter what. Being triplets means we share more than blood. We are tethered in every sense. Our loyalty stands on unshakable ground. Sometimes I hate that I feel like such a burden to them though. Having AJ here means that they don’t feel like they have to hold anything together.