Olly: o yeah. all right, i’m sticking with eyes

Madeline: What color are your eyes?

Olly: blue

Madeline: Be more specific, please.

Olly: jesus. girls. ocean blue

Madeline: Atlantic or Pacific?

Olly: atlantic. What color are yours?

Madeline: Chocolate brown.

Olly: more specific please

Madeline: 75% cacao butter dark chocolate brown.

Olly: hehe. nice.

Madeline: That was still only four favorites. We need one more.

Olly: i leave it to you

Madeline: Form of poetry.

Olly: that assumes that I have one

Madeline: You’re not a heathen.

Olly: limericks

Madeline: You are a heathen. I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.

Olly: what’s wrong with a good limerick?

Madeline: “Good limerick” is a contradiction in terms.

Olly: what’s your favorite?

Madeline: Haiku.

Olly: haikus are awful. they’re just less fun limericks

Madeline: You’ve been downgraded from heathen to heretic.

Olly: noted

Madeline: OK. I should be asleep.

Olly: ok me too.

Thursday, 8:00 P.M.

Madeline: I wouldn’t have guessed that math was your favorite class.

Olly: why not?

Madeline: I don’t know. You climb buildings and leap over things. Most people are good with their bodies or their minds but not both.

Olly: is that a nice way of saying you think i’m dumb?

Madeline: No! I mean that … I don’t know what I mean.

Olly: you mean i’m too sexy to be good at it. that’s ok. i get that a lot

Madeline: . . .

Olly: it just takes practice like anything else. i was a mathlete two high schools ago i’ll have you know. got a probability and stats question? i’m your guy

Madeline: No!

Olly: yes!

Madeline: So sexy.

Olly: i sense insincerity

Madeline: No!

Olly: yes!

Madeline: :) So are you going to be a Mathlete at SFV High?

Olly: probably not

Olly: my dad made me quit. he wanted me to do something more manly like football

Madeline: You play football?

Olly: no. he made me quit the mathletes, but he couldn’t bully the coach into taking me midseason. he let it go eventually

Madeline: What if he brings it up again now?

Olly: i’m a little harder to bully now than i was 2 years ago

Olly: i’m meaner now. bigger too

Madeline: You don’t seem mean.

Olly: you don’t know me that well yet

Friday, 3:03 A.M.

Madeline: You’re awake again.

Olly: yeah

Madeline: I know you don’t want to talk about this.

Olly: and yet

Madeline: I saw what happened today. Is your mom ok?

Olly: she’s ok. it’s not the first time. it’s not the last time

Madeline: Oh, Olly.

Olly: please don’t oh olly me

Olly: tell me something, anything. tell me something funny

Madeline: OK. Why was the boy surprised to find celery growing out of his ears?

Olly: why?

Madeline: Because he’d planted corn!

Madeline: Hello?

Olly: oh jesus. that is not a good joke

Madeline: Made you smile though.

Olly: yeah it did

Olly: thanks

Madeline: Anytime.

Saturday, 8:01 P.M.

Olly: i guess i won’t get to meet you in person until school starts

Madeline: I don’t go to school.

Olly: you mean you don’t go to SF Valley High? where do you go?

Madeline: I mean I don’t go to regular school. I go online.

Olly: why?

Madeline: I really can’t talk about this.

Olly: come on. you gotta give me something here

Madeline: I want us to be friends. I don’t want you to feel sorry for me.

Olly: just tell me. we’re still gonna be friends

Madeline: I’m sick.

Olly: how sick?

Madeline: Really sick. Can’t leave the house sick.

Olly: jesus

Olly: are you dying?

Madeline: Not right now, no.

Olly: soon?

Madeline: If I left the house, yes.

Olly: ok

Olly: we’re still friends. i don’t feel sorry for you

Madeline: Thank you.

Olly: how does the school thing work?

Madeline: All my classes are over Skype. I have homework and quizzes and grades. Lots of people are homeschooled.

Olly: huh. cool

Olly: ever notice how a lot of the national spelling bee finalists are all homeschooled?

Madeline: I’ve never noticed that.

Olly: it’s a thing

Olly: i wish we could meet

Madeline: Me too.

Madeline: OK, I need to go now.

Olly: go then

Olly: you still there?

Madeline: Yes.

Olly: come to the window

Madeline: Now? I’m wearing my nightgown.

Olly: put on a robe. come to the window so that I can see you

Madeline: OK, I’ll be right there. Goodnight, Olly.

Olly: goodnight maddy

Astronaut Ice Cream

“Mr. Waterman’s on his way up,” Carla says from the doorway. I’m finally putting the finishing touches on my model for architecture class. I’ve had to cut short two nights of IMs with Olly to get it done. I don’t want my mom to get worried again. The assignment was to design an outdoor shopping/dining center in my favorite style. I chose art deco because the buildings look like they’re flying even though they’re standing still.

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