TTYL (8 page)

SnowAngel:

hey, hot stuff. i seeeeeeee u, u know.

mad maddie:

well, yes. we R both in the cafeteria line. yr point?

SnowAngel:

i have no point. but i also see rob, and i wld just like to say, “damn, that boy has a fine ass.”

mad maddie:

okay

SnowAngel:

okay, what?

mad maddie:

u said u wld like to say it, so say it. who's stopping u?

SnowAngel:

heh?

SnowAngel:

OH. haha. but, sure!

SnowAngel:

damn, that boy has a fine ass!

mad maddie:

u shdln't say ass. is bad word, fuckhead.

SnowAngel:

if there is a roll shortage, grab me one! and a spare

SnowAngel:

and u know how much i love my butter, so grab some extra butter thingies too. ok, my little bunghole spunk-bubble?

mad maddie:

*your* bunghole spunk-bubble?

mad maddie:

i am no woman's spunk-bubble save my own!

SnowAngel:

mwah!

mad maddie:

s'up, peepz? u heading over for our friday night festivities?

zoegirl:

in car with mom. there in five. was i supposed to bring anything?

mad maddie:

just yo dancin ass, baby, cuz robyn is crankin and i'm ready to groove. (er, if you won't be offended, that is. she does say the f-word, u know.)

zoegirl:

angela on the way too?

mad maddie:

yes'm, and when we see her, we can tease her about her loverboy some more. “oh, he is so amazing. every moment at the dark horse was something special. i really think he's the one!!!”

zoegirl:

you don't really think she's gonna sleep with him, do you?

mad maddie:

r u serious? she may be a fool, our angela, but she's no skank.

zoegirl:

i never said she was!

mad maddie:

anywayz, rob'll be long gone before things get that far. especially if angela's been feeding him the same hoo-ha she's been feeding us.

zoegirl:

i guess

zoegirl:

it kind of startles me that she'd even consider the possibility.

mad maddie:

u don't think about it? ever?

mad maddie:

oh, wait, ur saint zoe. of course u don't.

zoegirl:

of course i THINK about it, but that's all.

mad maddie:

well, that's all angela's doing. she *thought* about it with dixon schaeffer too, remember? and that scott guy from the pool?

zoegirl:

oh yeah.

zoegirl:

pulling onto your street. see you soon!

SnowAngel:

omg, this sucks.

mad maddie:

what sucks?

SnowAngel:

me, my life, MY MOM.

SnowAngel:

maddie, it's saturday night and i'm stuck at home with chrissy, who discovered “grey's anatomy” on netflix and is now watching every single episode of every single season. this SUPER sucks.

SnowAngel:

(altho, fine. still a good show, at least in the beginning. and patrick dempsey still hot hot hot.)

mad maddie:

oh, that's right. yr grounded. zoe called, but she didn't give me the full story.

SnowAngel:

i shld have known something was wrong when my mom picked me up from your house yesterday. she
was all “hello, angela” in this frosty, ice-queen way, but i didn't care cuz rob and i were SUPPOSED to go to a movie tonight and i was imagining the romantic possibilities of snuggling in the theater together.

SnowAngel:

but then my mom axed all of that, thx very much.

mad maddie:

sorry, babe

SnowAngel:

aaargh! the whole thing is SO not a big deal, but she's making it out to be a federal case. she waited till we were halfway home and then she said, “angela, i read a note in your french book, and i know u didn't go to the library thursday night.”

mad maddie:

well, no, cuz u were at the dark horse

SnowAngel:

she was like, “how can i trust u? ur the only member of the family who is dishonest, angela, and i consider this a character flaw.”

mad maddie:

a character flaw—yowza. the moms hasn't laid that one on me yet.

SnowAngel:

i just kinda plummeted inside myself, the way i always do when i'm confronted with something “wrong” that i've done.

SnowAngel:

thank god she didn't realize it was a bar i'd gone to—then i'd really be dead. she just thinks i met up with rob and hung out, but apparently that's bad enough, cuz now i'm stuck at home with my 12-year-old sister while george o'malley holds his finger over a hole in some dude's heart.

mad maddie:

aw, george. i remember george!

SnowAngel:

he's pretty adorakable. u shld bike over and watch it with us! please, please, please!!!

mad maddie:

can't, sorry. i'm already biking to work. i pulled over when i heard yr special angela txt tone, cuz i'm just that awesome.

SnowAngel:

yeah, yeah. zoe's out with her parents, ur off to
serve beignets with that cute waiter guy, and here i'll be, drowning myself in an endless pool of misery.

mad maddie:

it could be worse.

SnowAngel:

how?

mad maddie:

chrissy cld be watching a “shake it up” marathon.

SnowAngel:

omg. true!!!

SnowAngel:

but still, it's just wrong. i was like, “ok, mom, fine. i've learned my lesson. now can i plz go out?” i totally begged her, and she still said no.

SnowAngel:

she is ruining my life!

mad maddie:

damn her oily hide

SnowAngel:

i'm serious!

mad maddie:

i know, but i've gotta hit the road, yo. we still doing our math together tomorrow?

SnowAngel:

yeah. i'm allowed to do homework with ppl, i just can't go out with rob. i feel so bad for him, cuz now HIS night is totally ruined too!