(Malory)
“You, Malory M.V. Lloyd, accepted an offer of friendship from Kyle Davidson? Theee Kyle Davidson? Pigs must be flying!” Olivia says, truly overly ecstatic.
It’s Monday, and I’ve been listening to her ramble about this since she got to school this morning.
I scoff. “It’s not going to change anything much, anyway, Olive. He’s still a piss-off and I’m still going to always find genius ways to insult him and give great comebacks. We’ve just set boundaries and limits… I think. That’s all.”
“But theeee Kyle Davidson,” she reiterates, looking up at the ceiling, speaking dramatically. “Oh Lord, who knew this day would come?”
Drama Queen.
I roll my eyes. We head to a lunch table.
***
(Kyle)
“I can’t believe you’re actually serious about this,” Ron says, as we walk into the lunch line. He’s laughing so hard his dimple is popping out.
It’s been hours since I relayed this news to him. I’m bored of the excitement now.
I sigh. “Well, believe it, Roomie. I mean, at the end of this whole play nightmare, we might just happen to go back to the way things were, but we’re both genuinely trying. Plus, I kinda like the idea of Malory Lloyd not insulting me or pissing me off every time we see each other. Sounds like a dream.”
Ron continues to ramble until we’re out of the lunch line.
We find ourselves over at Malory and Olivia’s table.