I’m moving this over to email, because apparently some people keep missing messages on their Androids (me. Some people is me).

Anyway, clearly tomorrow’s the day, so should we lock this in? Want to say noon at Waffle House? Do I really get to see all your gorgeous faces at once????

xoxo,

Abby

FROM: THE.ORIGINAL.ANGEL.BRO@GMAIL.COM

TO: ABBYSUSO710@GMAIL.COM, LEAHONTHEOFFBEAT@GMAIL.COM, SIMONIRVINSPIER@GMAIL.COM, BRAM.L.GREENFELD@GMAIL.COM, THEREALNICKEISNER@GMAIL.COM, TEMETTERNICH.HARVARD@GMAIL.COM

DATE: NOV 23 AT 4:15 PM

SUBJECT: RE: SQUAD THE F UP

Hell yes, all my dudes at Waffle House??? That is a recipe for greatness!

Sent from G-money’s iPhone

FROM: THE.ORIGINAL.ANGEL.BRO@GMAIL.COM

TO: ABBYSUSO710@GMAIL.COM, LEAHONTHEOFFBEAT@GMAIL.COM, SIMONIRVINSPIER@GMAIL.COM, BRAM.L.GREENFELD@GMAIL.COM, THEREALNICKEISNER@GMAIL.COM, TEMETTERNICH.HARVARD@GMAIL.COM

DATE: NOV 23 AT 4:17 PM

SUBJECT: RE: SQUAD THE F UP

Wait hold up which Waffle House??

Sent from G-money’s iPhone

FROM: SIMONIRVINSPIER@GMAIL.COM

TO: THE.ORIGINAL.ANGEL.BRO@GMAIL.COM, ABBYSUSO710@GMAIL.COM, LEAHONTHEOFFBEAT@GMAIL.COM, BRAM.L.GREENFELD@GMAIL.COM, THEREALNICKEISNER@GMAIL.COM, TEMETTERNICH.HARVARD@GMAIL.COM

DATE: NOV 23 AT 4:21 PM

SUBJECT: RE: SQUAD THE F UP

Roswell Road, right? Near the Starbucks? I’m hyped!!

FROM: THE.ORIGINAL.ANGEL.BRO@GMAIL.COM

TO: SIMONIRVINSPIER@GMAIL.COM, ABBYSUSO710@GMAIL.COM, LEAHONTHEOFFBEAT@GMAIL.COM, BRAM.L.GREENFELD@GMAIL.COM, THEREALNICKEISNER@GMAIL.COM, TEMETTERNICH.HARVARD@GMAIL.COM

DATE: NOV 23 AT 4:23 PM

SUBJECT: RE: SQUAD THE F UP

“WaHo near the Starbucks” LOL, we are most certainly back in Shady Creek, my friends

Sent from G-money’s iPhone

FROM: TEMETTERNICH.HARVARD@GMAIL.COM

TO: THE.ORIGINAL.ANGEL.BRO@GMAIL.COM, SIMONIRVINSPIER@GMAIL.COM, ABBYSUSO710@GMAIL.COM, LEAHONTHEOFFBEAT@GMAIL.COM, BRAM.L.GREENFELD@GMAIL.COM, THEREALNICKEISNER@GMAIL.COM

DATE: NOV 23 AT 4:27 PM

SUBJECT: RE: SQUAD THE F UP

Hi, everyone! So excited for tomorrow. Quick question: “G-money,” who are you?

Best,

Taylor

Taylor Eline Metternich

Harvard College

Creekwood High School Salutatorian

FROM: THE.ORIGINAL.ANGEL.BRO@GMAIL.COM

TO: TEMETTERNICH.HARVARD@GMAIL.COM, SIMONIRVINSPIER@GMAIL.COM, ABBYSUSO710@GMAIL.COM, LEAHONTHEOFFBEAT@GMAIL.COM, BRAM.L.GREENFELD@GMAIL.COM, THEREALNICKEISNER@GMAIL.COM

DATE: NOV 23 AT 4:30 PM

SUBJECT: RE: SQUAD THE F UP

’Tis I, Guy Fieri!!

Okay wait, for real, should I bring back the Fieri hair? Do we think the ladies of Tech would appreciate??

Sent from G-money’s iPhone

FROM: LEAHONTHEOFFBEAT@GMAIL.COM

TO: THE.ORIGINAL.ANGEL.BRO@GMAIL.COM, TEMETTERNICH.HARVARD@GMAIL.COM, SIMONIRVINSPIER@GMAIL.COM, ABBYSUSO710@GMAIL.COM, BRAM.L.GREENFELD@GMAIL.COM, THEREALNICKEISNER@GMAIL.COM

DATE: NOV 23 AT 4:35 PM

SUBJECT: RE: SQUAD THE F UP

Garrett, no.

FROM: ABBYSUSO710@GMAIL.COM

TO: LEAHONTHEOFFBEAT@GMAIL.COM, THE.ORIGINAL.ANGEL.BRO@GMAIL.COM, TEMETTERNICH.HARVARD@GMAIL.COM, SIMONIRVINSPIER@GMAIL.COM, BRAM.L.GREENFELD@GMAIL.COM, THEREALNICKEISNER@GMAIL.COM

DATE: NOV 23 AT 4:39 PM

SUBJECT: RE: SQUAD THE F UP

Umm, Garrett, what do you mean by “bring back”?

(Do I want to know??)

FROM: BRAM.L.GREENFELD@GMAIL.COM

TO: ABBYSUSO710@GMAIL.COM, LEAHONTHEOFFBEAT@GMAIL.COM, THE.ORIGINAL.ANGEL.BRO@GMAIL.COM, TEMETTERNICH.HARVARD@GMAIL.COM, SIMONIRVINSPIER@GMAIL.COM, THEREALNICKEISNER@GMAIL.COM

DATE: NOV 23 AT 4:44 PM

SUBJECT: RE: SQUAD THE F UP

Fifth grade. Please see attached.

FROM: LEAHONTHEOFFBEAT@GMAIL.COM

TO: ABBYSUSO710@GMAIL.COM

DATE: DEC 10 AT 11:12 PM

SUBJECT: FINALS AND OTHER F-WORDS

Okay, I changed my mind. This is overkill, Abby, you’ve been at the library for fifteen hours. How am I supposed to study for earth science without you tucked up next to me with your knees butterflied out (I maintain that this is not a real sitting position)? Also, hi, how come nobody’s randomly initiating a full sequence of dramatic arm and back stretches? Who’s going to elbow me in the boobs, Abby? I can’t elbow myself.

ABBY SUSO, DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I HAVE A PONYTAIL RIGHT NOW, THIS SECOND, AND THERE’S LITERALLY NO ONE DOING LITTLE ABSENTMINDED PIANO MOVES ON THE NAPE OF MY NECK?

So, yeah. I’m officially not a fan of final exams, especially the part where I decide to be an absolute dumbfuck by insisting we hole up in separate library study rooms. I don’t know what I was thinking. Let’s just quit while we’re ahead, okay? We gave it a shot, got a lot of work done, and now we can focus on our anatomy exam, like normal people who don’t actually take anatomy.

Real talk: I know how hard you’ve been working on this story, and I’m amazed by you. Just think, in a few days, it will be done and submitted and well on its way to earning you a big shiny A on your transcript. And then you’ll take commissions from your fans, right? How about this one: two girls coming home late for winter break, so they can spend a few extra nights in their dorm room. With the door locked.

Okay, Hermione Granger, I’m shutting down my laptop now. Come home soon. ♥

All best,

LCB

FROM: ABBYSUSO710@GMAIL.COM

TO: LEAHONTHEOFFBEAT@GMAIL.COM

DATE: DEC 9 AT 3:31 AM

SUBJECT: RE: FINALS AND OTHER F-WORDS

I’M DONE, I’M DONE, I’M DONE, THANK GOD. HOLY SHIT. Okay, I’m waiting for the shuttle so I can come home to my little freckle-faced sleeping beauty, and LeLe, I’m so sorry, I know I smell like libraries, but I’ll have to shower tomorrow. Because for now, the exhausted void once known as Abigail Suso is passing the fuck out on her silk fucking pillowcase and sleeping in as long as she wants. And then I’m going to wake up tomorrow fully recharged, at which point I’ll read this mofo one more time, and then I’m pressing send and turning it in a day before it’s due. Yeah, you heard me, I’m going full Taylor Metternich. And then, Leah, then! I’m taking it to the next level with some of that sweet, sweet Analysis of Geometry and Calculus. I am NAILING finals week, Leah, nailing it!!!!!!!

Okay wow, I’m reading this email over, and I know, Leah, I know I sound REALLY drunk. But I’m not. I honestly haven’t had a drop to drink (except, like, a billion drops of coffee). I’m just an ungodly level of exhausted right now. And I miss you. I miss your face, LCB. Fuck. I’m so tired, I’m just gonna say the thing, Leah. I love you. I’m in love with you. There it is. (I know this is the least surprising development of all time, and I know I’m not subtle, and I know you’re still getting used to that word, but Leah, I love you so much I can’t stand it. I think about you constantly. Do you have any idea how often I say your name in my head??)

Anyway, you’re going to wake up before me and read this before I’m awake enough to talk my way out of it, and maybe that’s a good thing. Or we could just pretend this email never happened. Up to you, Leah Burke. But now you know where I stand.

xo and xo and my whole goddamn heart,

Abby

FROM: SIMONIRVINSPIER@GMAIL.COM

TO: LEAHONTHEOFFBEAT@GMAIL.COM

DATE: DEC 18 AT 1:52 PM

SUBJECT: RE: GET YOUR BUTT HOME, SPIER

I am. So jealous. I can’t believe I’m still here with an exam Thursday afternoon and three papers due Friday (THREE!) and you’ve been home for a week. But to answer your questions: I get in Friday afternoon, and Bram should get in thirty minutes after me.

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