SnowAngel:
no. that means u like him!
mad maddie:
i keep wondering if he’ll be more aggressive tonight, if he’ll go for the gusto and kiss me on the lips and not just the top of my head.
SnowAngel:
do u want him to?
mad maddie:
i think so, yeah.
SnowAngel:
first kisses r sooooooo romantic. *sighs*
mad maddie:
what about u? what r u up to tonight?
SnowAngel:
NOTHING! *stomps around and kicks things* i feel like such a loser.
mad maddie:
that suck.
SnowAngel:
tell me about it. altho it’s not SO bad, cuz chrissy and i are going to watch “The Spectacular Now.” i luv that movie.
mad maddie:
tits, ma.
SnowAngel:
will u PLEASE stop saying that? that is the dumbest expression i’ve ever heard. it’s like saying, “penis, man,” or “testicles. awesome.”
mad maddie:
ooo—aren’t we touchy
mad maddie:
maybe u shld call zo, see if she wants to come hang with u and chrissy.
SnowAngel:
well, yeah, i wld, if she didn’t have her own hot date. thanks for rubbing it in.
mad maddie:
zoe has a date?
SnowAngel:
fine, so it’s not technically a “date.” it’s still more exciting than popcorn and tv.
mad maddie:
exsqueeze me, but what r u talking about?
SnowAngel:
that wellspring party zoe’s going to. get with the program.
mad maddie:
zoe’s going to a wellspring party? tonight?
SnowAngel:
r we having a communication problem here? *cups hands around mouth* YES, ZOE’S GOING TO A WELLSPRING PARTY TONIGHT. that’s why she got those new jeans she was wearing today, and that’s why i went over and dolled her up. she looks totally fab, btw.
mad maddie:
hold on. i texted zoe like an hour ago, and she said nothing about a wellspring party. i asked her flat-out what she was doing tonight, and she didn’t say a word.
SnowAngel:
huh. probably cuz she didn’t want u saying, “tits, man.”
mad maddie:
screw u. is mr. h gonna be there?
SnowAngel:
he’s the one who told her about it.
mad maddie:
what?!!
mad maddie:
all right, fine. i can’t think about this anymore.
SnowAngel:
wait a minute—r u upset about this?
mad maddie:
don’t be dumb
SnowAngel:
cuz u seem upset, and now i’m thinking i shouldn’t have said anything.
mad maddie:
ian’s gonna be here soon. i’ve g2g.
SnowAngel:
ok, if u say so. have fun!
Fri, Oct 15, 9:09 PM E.D.T.
SnowAngel:
have u drunk the Kool-Aid yet?
zoegirl:
no, and don’t be mean. you sound like maddie.
SnowAngel:
well, r u having fun? is the party still going on? it’s getting late for the church-going crowd, isn’t it?
zoegirl:
hahaha.
Sat, Oct 16, 11:03 AM E.D.T.
zoegirl:
angela! oh, AN-gela!
SnowAngel:
hey!
zoegirl:
just to satisfy your curiosity, yes, the party WAS fun. billy summers brought his guitar, and we did a lot of sing-alongs. maddie would have laughed her head off.
SnowAngel:
what about mr. h? was he there?
zoegirl:
he was
SnowAngel:
and?
zoegirl:
ack. i really should tell u in person. r u still coming over?
SnowAngel:
don’t u DARE leave me hanging like that. did something happen with mr. h?!!!
zoegirl:
i don’t know. maybe?
SnowAngel:
TELL ME!!!!
zoegirl:
well… it was when he gave me a ride home. i was about to call my mom to pick me up, but he said he was ready to go 2.
SnowAngel:
i bet
zoegirl:
so it was just the 2 of us in his car, and at first i felt pretty jumpy. i don’t know why, really, except maybe that it was dark out? it made things feel more intimate than the times he took me to church.
SnowAngel:
mmm-hmmm. go on.
zoegirl:
so… we talked. and when we got to my house, he cut the engine and we talked a little longer. which shows how innocent it was, cuz my parents were right there, less than 20 feet away.
SnowAngel:
yeah, INSIDE the house
zoegirl:
he said i seem a lot older than 15, and that he’s really enjoyed getting to know me. i know it sounds corny, but it was nice.
SnowAngel:
i can c that
zoegirl:
and then…
SnowAngel:
what?
zoegirl:
well, he made this comment about my jeans, teasing me about how raggedy they were. and then he reached over and touched the hole, kinda running his finger around the worn part.
SnowAngel:
zoe! OMG!!!
zoegirl:
it was almost like he was doing it as an excuse to touch my leg.
SnowAngel:
well. yeah! cuz he WAS doing it as an excuse to touch your leg!
zoegirl:
but he wasn’t being a lech or anything. i don’t want u to get the wrong idea.
SnowAngel:
shit. zoe. HE’S YOUR TEACHER!!!
zoegirl:
i know
SnowAngel:
did u like it? ooo—that sounds icky. i mean. was it ok with u that he did that?
zoegirl:
i don’t know. i’m not mad or anything, if that’s what u mean.
SnowAngel:
*whistles*
zoegirl:
do u think that’s awful? do u think it’s really gross?
SnowAngel:
r u still gonna go to church with him on sunday?
zoegirl:
uh huh. my mom’s baking thumbprint cookies to give him when he picks me up, the kind with jam inside. she, like, adores him.
SnowAngel:
wow
zoegirl:
don’t tell anyone any of this, all right? i mean, i know u wouldn’t, but i just wanted to make sure.
SnowAngel:
don’t worry
SnowAngel:
even if i did, no one would believe me.
zoegirl:
what’s that supposed to mean?
SnowAngel:
just that ur so pure and innocent. no one would believe that ur secretly this lady of the night.
zoegirl:
angela!
SnowAngel:
jk
zoegirl:
NOT funny
SnowAngel:
so what time do u want me to come over? i can come right now if u want.
zoegirl:
sure. and hopefully maddie’ll drop by after work. ooo, and maybe she can bring some beignets.
Sun, Oct 17, 6:52 PM E.D.T.
zoegirl:
maddie, where ARE you? i’ve called half a dozen times, but you never called back. plus you never stopped by last night. what was up with that—were you too busy with ian?
mad maddie:
i’m here, i’m here. chill.
mad maddie:
and ian and i hung out a little, but i was home before 11:00.
zoegirl:
so why didn’t
you come over?
mad maddie:
i guess i was just worn out. sorry.
zoegirl:
that’s okay. but you hung out with ian! yay! did you have fun?
mad maddie:
it was all right
zoegirl:
that’s all? just all right?
mad maddie:
yep
zoegirl:
oh. so what are you doing now?
mad maddie:
nothing
zoegirl:
ok-a-a-a-y
zoegirl:
is something wrong, maddie?
mad maddie:
shld there be?
zoegirl:
no, it’s just…
zoegirl:
we’re texting, but we’re not *truly* texting, because i’m the only one really saying anything.
mad maddie:
well, sorry to disappoint. guess u’ll have to text angela instead.
zoegirl:
huh?
mad maddie:
she’s the one you confide in, after all.
zoegirl:
what? maddie, i have no idea what ur talking about.
mad maddie:
right. of course.
mad maddie:
so how was YOUR weekend?
zoegirl:
it was fine. we missed you last night, though.
mad maddie:
i bet. what about friday night? u miss me then?
zoegirl:
maddie, is THAT what this is about?
mad maddie:
me: so what r u up to tonight? u: oh, nothing.
mad maddie:
god, zoe, u lied to my face!
zoegirl:
maddie…
mad maddie:
why did u tell angela and not me?
zoegirl:
truthfully? because i knew you’d make fun of me, and i’m sick of it.
mad maddie:
you still should have told me. i HATE it when u and angela have yr stupid little secrets.
zoegirl:
well, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.
mad maddie:
well, u did
zoegirl:
i’m sorry. i really am.
zoegirl:
maddie? r u still there?
mad maddie:
i’m here
zoegirl:
do u forgive me?
mad maddie:
no
mad maddie:
r u gonna tell me about it, at least?
zoegirl:
we had pizza and hung out. happy?
mad maddie:
what about mr. h? angela says that’s why u got those new jeans, to get him all hot and bothered.
zoegirl:
i did not!
mad maddie:
did he jump your bones?
zoegirl:
see, maddie? this is the problem. you act offended if i DON’T tell you, but when i DO, all you do is rag on me.
mad maddie:
i’m not ragging on u. i’m serious. one day he’s gonna lure u away and lock u in a sex prison, i’m not kidding.
zoegirl:
i told you all there is to tell. we sang songs, cherryl ann booth gave a devotional, some of the kids played jeff’s dad’s pinball machine. the end.
mad maddie:
sounds dull as nails
zoegirl:
it was. but hey, you’re the one who asked.
Sun, Oct 17, 7:15 PM E.D.T.
mad maddie:
zoe? u still there?
zoegirl:
yeah
mad maddie:
i just wanted to say—quickly—that i DID have fun with ian. it was better than all right.
zoegirl:
aw, maddie, that’s great.
mad maddie:
i didn’t tell u at first cuz u were on my bad list. but then i started thinking, what if somehow ian saw what i said? not that he ever would. but what if he did, and he thought i wasn’t into him?
zoegirl:
how would he see?
mad maddie:
he wouldn’t. but that’s the thing about privacy and phones and the internet, it’s just kinda spooky. i mean, everything’s out there, u know?
zoegirl:
you’re paranoid. the government is not tapping into our texts, and neither is ian.
zoegirl:
but just in case: DON’T WORRY, IAN! MADDIE REALLY DOES LIKE YOU!
Mon, Oct 18, 8:11 PM E.D.T.
SnowAngel:
hey, miss maddie-pie
mad maddie:
hey, angela. how’s tricks?
SnowAngel:
just another day in sophomore paradise. *hums and floats about room*
mad maddie:
wld this have to do with drama club, per chance? old what’s-his-name the college guy has made quite an impression, i see.
SnowAngel:
his name’s ben. *sighs* ben schlanker.
mad maddie:
ben schlanker? as in schlong + wanker.
SnowAngel:
oh god, maddie. plz.
mad maddie:
schlanker. that’s hysterical. if u get married, u’ll be angela schlanker.
SnowAngel:
damn u. WHY do u plant these things in my head?!!
mad maddie:
or i suppose u could hyphenate. then u’d be angela silver-schlanker.
SnowAngel:
enough about the name. *glares*
SnowAngel:
do u wanna hear how wonderful he is or not?
mad maddie:
i’d rather make fun of his name some more.
SnowAngel:
he’s Jewish, maddie. “schlanker” is a nice, normal Jewish name, and ur being racist.
mad maddie:
sccchhlllanker. hahahahahahahahahahaha.
SnowAngel:
ANYWAY, today ben told us that u have to claw to live, that suffering is what life is all about. isn’t that cool?
mad maddie:
u have to *claw* to live?
SnowAngel:
he said suffering brings things into focus. most ppl go la-la-la-ing along for all of their lives, he said, but artists have to stay sharp. we can’t be afraid to embrace pain.
mad maddie:
so i suppose u’ll be plucking eyebrows, then? applying lots of hot-wax facials?
SnowAngel:
huh?
mad maddie:
ur the makeup girl. ur in a prime position to help the actors embrace as much pain as possible.
SnowAngel:
u just don’t get it, do u? oh well. yr loss.
mad maddie:
does this ben guy even know your name?
SnowAngel:
YES he knows my name. today he said something about adam lancaster needing a scar, and he glanced at me and said, “which angela’ll take care of, right, angela?”
mad maddie:
does he have a girlfriend?
SnowAngel:
*growls*
mad maddie:
does that mean yes?
SnowAngel:
he talks about some leslie chick a lot. apparently she goes to GA State with him. but maybe she’s just a friend.
mad maddie:
uh huh. good luck with that!
Tues, Oct 19, 10:23 PM E.D.T.
mad maddie:
i gave jana a ride home again today—don’t tell angela.
zoegirl:
lovely
zoegirl:
how is ol’ jana?
mad maddie:
she’s good. she cracks me up, all the crazy things she’s done. she’s actually been cow-tipping, can u believe that?
zoegirl:
no. where’d she find a cow in atlanta? and even if she did, that’s mean.
mad maddie:
it’s not mean. it’s funny. but anywayz, she
has this awesome idea for how to make a statement about how dumb the speed limit is. wanna hear it?
zoegirl:
i suppose
mad maddie:
well, u know how EVERYONE drives over 65, right? which makes it totally pointless to even have a speed limit. i mean, seriously. we shld be like germany where everyone just drives at their own speed.