Pull Me In by Weston Parker

Author:Weston Parker [Parker, Weston]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Star Key Press
Published: 2023-08-15T16:00:00+00:00

I slid the device back into my pocket without clicking on anything, feeling like even my own damn phone was pushing me to accept the damn date now. I’d heard what everyone had said and I really had listened, but as of right now, I still wasn’t sure what I was going to do and I wouldn’t be pushed into making a decision.

Especially not by my own damn phone. I paid for you, asshole. Watch it, or you’re going to be replaced.

21

PORTER

Sitting in front of my computer, I stared at the list I’d made of ideas for my next invention. I didn’t need the money, but that wasn’t what I’d done it for before, and it definitely wouldn’t be this time around.

It’d just been nice to use my brain the other day and I wanted to keep using it before it shriveled up and died. I’d spent the day making a list of things I’d thought of over the years and now I had to pick one to commit to.

Some of the ideas were better than others, but I still couldn’t seem to choose. In fact, I’d been staring at the damn screen for so long that my head was starting to hurt.

Groaning as I rolled my chair away from my desk, I shook my head at myself and decided that I deserved a scotch. Maybe looking at this through amber-tinted glasses will make something jump out at me.

As I was striding out of my study, my phone beeped and I pulled it out to see a text from Hope. My heart went from zero to hero instantly, doing gymnastics in my chest like it was competing for the championship title.

Hopeless: Do want to come over tonight? We can watch a movie.

I sighed. I’d changed her name in my phone to that years ago. She thought it was a dig at her lack of ability to be spontaneous when the truth was that it was because my situation with her was hopeless—and because I was hopelessly in love with her.

The mind of a nineteen-year-old boy… Thank God that part of my life is over.

Me: Be there in thirty.

After pocketing my phone again, I headed up to my bedroom and changed into jeans out of my sweats, but I left my long-sleeved shirt and hoodie on. This wasn’t a date. I wasn’t getting dressed up for it. I’d known Hope long enough to know that she had enough time to stew on it and now she wanted to talk about the other night.

When I got to her place, I was relieved that I hadn’t misread the situation. She wasn’t dressed up either, which meant she really hadn’t intended for it to be a date. Her hair was piled into a messy bun on top of her head with tendrils of it escaping and beautifully framing her face. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, and unlike me, she hadn’t even bothered to change out of her sweats, but when she smiled at me, I swore the butterflies in my stomach woke up.

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