Gable by Harper Bentley

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    After a beat Bodhi said, “Well, one thing’s for sure,” with a sarcastic smile as he wiped his mouth with a napkin.
    Amy narrowed her eyes at him. “What’s that?”
    “If one day we do have a zombie apocalypse, and we know zombies are scavenging for brains, don’t worry. You’ll be safe.”
    Just as Amy bowed up, eyes narrowed, ready to spew a shit ton of vitriol right back at him, I shouted, “Guys, stop!”
    They stared at each other in silence before Amy muttered, “You’d better be glad I like this beer…”
    “And you’d better be glad I like the burgers you bring home,” Bodhi mumbled back.
    “Can you believe he thinks Superman’s better, Scout?” Amy asked me, starting up again. Jeez.
    “And can you believe she doesn’t believe in a god?” Bodhi threw out.
    I held my hands up in surrender. “Don’t even try putting me in the middle of your ridiculous arguments.”
    They looked at me then Amy muttered, “Wimp.” They both snickered then she and Bodhi bumped fists, bonding in an unlikely united front against me. Lord.
    I shook my head at them, not understanding how their arguing had suddenly cemented their friendship but glad they’d stopped. “Okay, I need help with my movie review. I’m going for comedy this week and was thinking Anchorman ,” I told them.
    “I’m in a glass case of emotion,” Bodhi quoted.
    “I love lamp,” Amy added and we were off, throwing every quote we knew out there, which was good because it made them stop their stupid debating, although the quote-fest was now on and could turn ugly between them at any moment if they so chose.
    They both helped with the review and after I finished, we ended up watching the movie continuing trying to beat each other by saying the quotes first and arguing over who beat whom. Talk about a competitive group. We also almost finished off the whole case of beer because we’d thrown in having to take a drink if we messed up a quote. I’d messed enough up to make me more than tipsy and feeling pretty good, as was the case with both of them, and when he’d stood up to go to the bathroom and had almost wiped out, I’d informed Bodhi that he was staying. I made up the couch for him by throwing a pillow, sheet and blanket at him, and when I finally flopped into bed, I was at the point of not giving a shit and thought it’d be a fabulous idea to email Gable.
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    From: 9565876
    Subject: You there?
    Date: October 4, 12:54 a.m.
    To: 9543254
    Yep.
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    From: 9543254
    Subject: You there?
    Date: October 4, 1:00 a.m.
    To: 9565876
    Yep? That’s it?
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    From: 9565876
    Subject: You there?
    Date: October 4, 1:02 a.m.
    To: 9543254
    What else do you wabt?
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    From: 9543254
    Subject: You there?
    Date: October 4, 1:05 a.m.
    To: 9565876
    Well, I haven’t heard from you in almost two weeks, so I’d like a little more than just Yep. Is there something wrong?
    ______________________________________
    From: 9565876
    Subject: You there?
    Date: October 4, 1:07 a.m.
    To: 9543254
    Define wtong
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    From: 9543254
    Subject: You there?
    Date: October 4, 1:08 a.m.
    To: 9565876
    Has something happened?
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    From: 9565876
    Subject: You there?
    Date: October 4, 1:10 a.m.
    To: 9543254
    Why do you even care?
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    From: 9543254