The Boy Who Died

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p. Someone wants me really, truly dead. I crack open an eye-fuck, it's so goddamn bright-and make out hazy, familiar shapes. That dark brownish lump could be my desk. The

acon! My stomach rumbles. I grumble back at it. We'll be

st night's drinks don't make a reappearance. Thank god for that. I'm still wearing Heather's dress. Achingly, eyes half-closed,

thes-I brought a purse, but Heather's dress did have pockets. Still nothing. If I left my phone at a frat house, I'm going to l

and Everett in the kitchen. They start to say

scare off some of the dead-person taste in there, I fee

sports bra that struggles to cover all of her chest and what looks

the morning sludge-pile his shockingly muscular

hat smell

some kind of hash in a second

t the breakfast bar. "Is anybody willing

king enough for three, and I was gonna com

pping counter, then put my aching head on

her forehead. Normally, their PDA grosses me out, but aside from the new, pai

," she says. "Any idea

s pan into hers. "I think I sa

es click bac

My voice rasps out of my throat. "If

es then shuts off the heat and divvies the f

ey basically share one cushion of the couch, leaving me free to spread o

I say through

ugh in

hey guy," H

." I smile between bites

sapient life form at a fr

her, but that would take so much en

blush as I poke at my food.

squeal, but that's honestly much preferred at this tim

didn't do anything. I

boos.

looked like?" Everett a

ts, his warmth. Absolutely nothing identifiable. "

n one summer and played it ceaselessly. I wasn't kidding when I said I had way bigger fan communities

r frat-house missed con

ly, I'm glad to see you coming out of your sh

lost my phone. Can you hel

nd soon, we're all on our hands and knees, tr

tch I brought to the party triumphantly. "I

de. Plus antacids, pain relievers, and a bunch of other things I probably should've taken last night. I ignore t

irlfriend. I broke up with her on the ph

I shove my ph

jokes?"

date!" She

ing else. I was right to be