Signal strength

My phone rang right as I was spooning Lucky Charms into my mouth at 6:30pm because that’s apparently what constitutes dinner when you have three exams this week. Mom’s timing is always impeccable.

Signal strength

Twenty minutes later I’m still perched on the kitchen counter, phone wedged between my ear and shoulder, trying to explain why I can’t come home for Marcus’s birthday next weekend. Mom’s convinced I’m wasting away up here, living on cereal and stress. She’s not entirely wrong about the cereal part.

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Jake walked through and gave me that look - you know, the one that says ‘you’re being ridiculous but also kind of adorable.’ I threw a marshmallow at him. He caught it and ate it, which honestly just proves we’re perfect for each other. Mom heard the whole exchange and now she wants to know when she’s meeting this boy who steals my cereal ammunition.